Quotes About Past

Certo, per quello che Zé Bebelo aveva fatto; ma sbagliato per quello che Zé Bebelo era e non era. Chi sa davvero quello che è una persona? E piuttosto: ogni processo è sempre difettoso, perché quello che la gente giudica è il passato.

Ah, Senhor, os dias correm vagarosos como caramujos, os anos não perduram mais que uma fagulha, o passado não acaba nunca.

in the Greek view, mythos (a "saying" or "story" without rational claim to truth) and history (the empirical search for truth about the past)7 were often indistinguishable;

The young hear memory in the voice of their elders and, delighted by these voices from the past or bored by them, too often miss the content behind the content. Memory is not about what went on in the past. It is about what is going on inside of us right this moment. It is never idle. It never lets us alone.

Archaeology is the anthropology of the past, and science fiction is the anthropology of the future.

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.

Are any of these anxieties or beliefs about my past real? Maybe I'm just making them up?re-creating the past. I have to smile as I look at what I just wrote. I can tell when my solitary exploration becomes too threatening, or when I'm treading close to a memory too frightening to be remembered. Rather than push through unfamiliar brush, I stomp the well-worn path of "Maybe I'm making all of this up." But retreating there no longer makes sense to me.

As for being a good man,' and Glokta curled his lip, 'that ship sailed long ago, and I wasn't even there to wave it off.

The faster you run from the past, the faster it catches you. All you can do is turn to face it. Embrace it. Try and meet the future wiser for it.

Addiction is a bargain with the cosmos: only stay time, and I'll remain in this holding pattern, too. The uncrossable gap between now and the past is given tangible form and conquered, daily, in the real but bridgeable gap between what I need and what I can get. Addiction creates a god so that time will stop--why all gods are created. God might be another story.

The past is the same as the present to her, as precious and as close at hand. After all, if you think about one memory for most of a day, is that not your present? Some people live in the now; some people prefer to reside in the past—either choice is valid.

He watches his new life walk into his old life.

She was tranquil, but it was with the quietness of exhausted grief, not of resignation; and she looked back upon the past, and awaited the future, with a kind of out-breathed despair.

That was a time when only the deadcould smile.

Now that you're there, where everything is known—tell me: What else lived in that house besides us?

I, the half-mad mourner of buried days

Only the dead smiled back in those days, Being at peace and safe from abuse.

A fairy tale from the terrible past, My double goes to the interrogation, And then comes from the interrogation

Throughout all those years, Gabriel had not forgotten Rowena, the beautiful duchesse de Valère. In fact, there were times he imagined his work was in tribute to her, to avenge the wrongs done to her and her family. But that time in his life was over. He was no longer the French Fox. He had a title—the rumors of his knighthood were true—and he had a little land. Now he wanted to share his life with someone—no, not someone—her. Rowena. "It

It gradually dawned on him that he needed time and an ocean of love to heal the wounds of the past.

We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.

Vivimos atrapados entre el pasado agitado y examinado, y un futuro que espera nuestro trabajo

Perhaps because of all the money poured into this, the things behind the spanking displays look old and crummy, like articles from a time that has been left behind. I slap down the stairs in my sandals. I am annoyed that this past can look so tawdry and so safe, as if destined from the outset to end up behind glass, securely roped off and under pressure-button control. And I am annoyed at myself: what's the problem? Isn't a museum the place for things that are over?

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