Quotes About Past

Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.

The past did affect the present and the future, in ways you could see and a million ones you couldn't. Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past behind, but it would not leave me.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. it doesn't just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below. Because that is what happens when you try to run from the past. It doesn't just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

And the rest is history,' I said. Nah.' He shook his head. 'The rest is now.

If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future.It's all linked together.

Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past behind, but it would not leave me.

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud. I should have been with him; she should have left him alone. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.

Tu pasado siempre es tu pasado. Aun si lo olvidas, te recuerda.

Isn't it weird? The way you remember things when it's gone.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past.

That's my point. That's why we can't forget. No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together. You see what I'm saying?" At

The past was so sticky, full of land mines: I made it a point, usually, not to be so detailed in the map of myself I handed over to a guy. And the song, that song, was one of the biggest keys to me. Like a soft spot, a bruise that never quite healed right. The first place I was sure they would strike back, when the time came for them to do so.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

Because that it what happens when you try to run from the past. It doesn't just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only way that can ever get you home.

That's my point. That's why we can't forget it. No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together. You see what I'm saying?

When there is fear about the future, it is comforting to take it out on outsiders who can be blamed for the past.

When I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share a part of your present. And you get to share a part of mine. And that is the greatest present of all.

Some people read palms to tell your future, I read hands to tell your past. Each scar marks a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle, is a broken bottle, a missed punch, a rusty nail, years in a factory.