Past Quotes
For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.
No people whose word for 'yesterday' is the same as their word for 'tomorrow' can be said to have a firm grip on the time.
In the end, your past is not my past and your truth is not my truth and your solution - is not my solution.
Man…who lives in three places – in the past, in the present, and in the future – can be unhappy if one of these three is worthless. Religion has even added a fourth – eternity.
There ain't a man in the world cares about a woman's past until he's thinking of her in his future.
Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.
Forgiveness isn’t something I’m preoccupied with — turning the other cheek isn’t my trip.
We often hear about stepping outside ourselves, but rarely about stepping outside our generation.
No matter how happy I had been in the past I do not long for it. The present is always the moment for which I love.
The past haunts the present in more ways than we think. It certainly scares the living daylights out of ME"~ Old Wrinkly
History is really a study of the future, not the past.
But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.
Every new generation believes its own period to be absolutely superior intellectually - greater than all past cultures yet equal among its modern cultures.
History always constitutes the relation between a present and its past. Consequently fear of the present leads to mystification of the past
Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in xbox where it can't hurt anyone.
It's been my experience, Langford, that the past always has a way of returning. Those who don't learn, or can't remember it, are doomed to repeat it.
It is only when the mind is free from the old that it meets everything anew, and in that there is joy.
Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?
When we put things off until some future-probably mythical-Laterland, we drag the past into the future. The burden of yesterday's incompletions is a heavy load to carry. Don't carry it.
Young men speak about the future because they have no past, and old men speak of the past because they have no future.
Never carry the baggage of your past relationships on the honeymoon of your future relationships.
Truth: We are the present. We are now. We are the razor's edge of history. The future flies at us and from that dark blur we shape the past. And the past is forever.
She didn't want to be reminded of her past or how different her present was from the future she'd taken for granted.
The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door.
When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.
We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.
This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.
I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.
because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day.
Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.
A ghost from her past, part of a world to which she no longer belonged but had never stopped missing.
We think in generalities, but we live in detail. To make the past live, we must perceive it in detail in addition to thinking of it in generalities.
It may be argued that the past is a country from which we have all emigrated, that its loss is part of our common humanity.
I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.
What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?
Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.
I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.