Quotes About Past

Of all our studies, history is best qualified to reward our research.

Incierto es, en verdad, lo porvenir. ¿Quién sabe lo que va a pasar? Pero incierto es también lo pretérito, ¿quién sabe lo que ha pasado? ANTONIO MACHADO Juan de Mairena

Il est des petites choses que l'on laisse derrière soi, des moments de vie ancrés dans la poussière du temps. On peut tenter de les ignorer, mais ces petits riens mis bout à bout forment une chaîne qui vous raccroche au passé.

This is the time to make those hard decisions and let things go. Ask yourself, "Is this item part of my past or my future?" If it's sentimental, take a picture and let it go! Save the memory in a picture, but not on your shelf.

Basta abandonar todo o passado, confiar o futura à providência e dirigir a ação presente para a piedade e a justiça.

All things fade into the storied past, and in a little while are shrouded in oblivion.

The present is the same for everyone; its loss is the same for everyone; and it should be clear that a brief instant is all that is lost. For you can't lose either the past or the future; how could you lose what you don't have?

I am composed of a body and a soul. Things that happen to the body are meaningless. It cannot discriminate among them. Nothing has meaning to my mind except its own actions. Which are within its own control. And it's only the immediate ones that matter. Its past and future actions too are meaningless.

32. I am composed of a body and a soul. Things that happen to the body are meaningless. It cannot discriminate among them. Nothing has meaning to my mind except its own actions. Which are within its own control. And it's only the immediate that matter. Its past and future actions too are meaningless.

bear in mind that every man lives only this present time, which is an indivisible point, and that all the rest of his life is either past or it is uncertain.

Time is a river, a violent current of events, glimpsed once and already carried past us, and another follows and is gone

every man lives only this present time, which is an indivisible point, and that all the rest of his life is either past or it is uncertain.

Time is a river, a violent current of events, glimpsed once and always carried past us, and another follows and is gone.

Each of us lives only now, in this brief instant. The rest of our life has been lived already, or is impossible to see because it lies in the unknowable future.

it is only this present, a moment of time, that a man lives: all the rest either has been lived or may never

Acuérdate siempre que no se pierde otra vida que la que se vive y que solo se vive la que se pierde. Así­ la mas larga vida y la mas corta vienen a reducirse a lo mismo. El momento presente que se vive es igual para todos el que se pierde lo es también, y este que se pierde llega a parecernos indivisible. Y es que no se pierde el pasado ni el futuro, pues lo que no poseemos ¿Cómo puede sernos arrebatado

to do Christian theology within the framework of religious pluralism and the cross-cultural study of religion. Given its Christian focus and audience, it is written primarily for Christians but also for anybody interested in listening in on a Christian conversation. The conversation is one that has been going on within myself, with other Christians in the present, and with Christian voices from the past.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.

Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds again.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

I am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.

The past is so much safer, because whatever's in it has already happened. It can't be changed; so, in a way, there's nothing to dread.

But thoughtless ingratitude is the armour of the young; without it, how would they ever get through life? The old wish the young well, but they wish them ill also: they would like to eat them up, and absorb their vitality, and remain immortal themselves. Without the protection of surliness and levity, all children would be crushed by the past - the past of others, loaded on their shoulders. Selfishness is their saving grace.