misspent-life

If they hadn’t cut his stomach muscles, he might have laughed. What could such a person know of regret? Probably he didn’t have children yet. By the look of him, not even a wife. Everything was before him. Soon he’d go for his coffee, filled with the promise of the day. And, just that morning, he’d brought a dead man back to life! What could he know of a life misspent?
—  Nicole Krauss; Zusya on the Roof