Quotes About Past

A woman isn't just one thing. The past is in us, constantly changing us. Heartache and failure shift perspectives as do joy and triumphs.

When we narrate our experience, we take control of it. And in controlling the story of our past, we can create a better future.

Write it, said Beth. When we narrate our experience, we take control of it. And in controlling the story of our past, we can create a better future.

My husband used to say, 'The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

To identify faith with the holding of a certain number of beliefs that come to us from the distant past actually makes a mockery of Christian faith and reduces it to the schoolboy's definition: "Faith is believing things you know ain't true".

Memories are forever.

At dawn, the orderly, disciplined life he had always known would continue again, without him. The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.

It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.

But how did you know? How did you know the pilot was lost?" "I didn't. I used my wisdom, from the memories. I knew that there had been times in the past—terrible times—when people had destroyed others in haste, in fear, and had brought about their own destruction.

I guess the important thing is also the simplest. To acknowledge our connectedness on this earth, to bow our heads when we see a scorched bicycle or a child's message to his lost grandpa and to honor the past by making silent promises to our fellow humans that we will work for a better and more peaceful future.

I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.

It's as if the sea sucked away her past and left her empty.

It's just that . . . without the memories it's all meaningless. They gave that burden to me. And to the previous Receiver. And the one before him.

I didn't. I used my wisdom, from the memories. I knew that there had been times in the past—terrible times—when people had destroyed others in haste, in fear, and had brought about their own destruction.

my job is to transmit to you all the memories I have within me. Memories of the past.

Memories are forever~ The Giver

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Do you remember the day when the plane flew over the community? Yes. I was scared. So were they. They prepared to shoot it down. But they sought my advice. I told them to wait. But how did you know? How did you know the pilot was lost? I didn't. I used my wisdom, from the memories. I knew that there had been times in the past--terrible times--when people had destroyed others in haste, in fear, and had brought about their own destruction.

Power is better than revenge. Power is a live thing, by which you reach out to grasp the future. Revenge is a dead thing, reaching out from the past to grasp you.

Miles swallowed icy spit. Those who do not know their history, his thought careened, are doomed to keep stepping in it. Alas, so were those who did, it seemed.

One expected the advent of children to rearrange one's future. No one had told Jole that they could also rearrange one's past. It seemed an extraordinary reach to have

A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.

Blind obedience was never what I wanted. Yet, you seem determined to keep us in the past, where every act, every response, is either black or white, when you know damned good and well our lives never existed on such a plane.

The gardener hath gathered up this autumn's leaves. Who shall see them again, or who wot of them? And who shall say what hath befallen in the days of long ago?