Quotes About Past

The past was always there, lived inside of you, and it helped to make you who you were. But it had to be placed in perspective. The past could not dominate the future.

What is done can never be undone.

I lived in the present. That's supposed to be a good thing, you know, an ideal, according to modern psychology. Odd, because the truth is, one lives in the present when the past is too bad to remember and the future too dreadful to contemplate.

But it was more than that. There was an indefinable ingredient, a kind of excitement. It had something to do with history and the past, that excitement, and something to do with potential as well, with what Orwell or somebody had said. that every man really knew in his heart the finest place to be was the countryside on a summer's day. I was happy, that's what it was.

Events in his own past he never thought of as evil but rather as mistaken, immensely regrettable, brought about by fear and greed.

Lewis would have agreed with Oscar Wilde that our past is what we are. We cannot rid ourselves of it.

is more unfair," as an English historian has well said, "than to judge men of the past by the ideas of the present. Whatever may be said of morality, political wisdom is certainly ambulatory.

Nothing is more unfair," as an English historian has well said, "than to judge men of the past by the ideas of the present. Whatever may be said of morality, political wisdom is certainly ambulatory.

Our misconception in viewing the past lies in assuming that doubt and fear, permit, protests, violence and hate were not equally present.

The early removal from school of future officers of Britain's seapower, leaving them unacquainted with the subject matter and ideas of the distant and recent past, may account for the incapacity of no military thinking in a world that devoted itself to military action. With little thought of strategy, no study of the theory of war or of planned objective, war's glorious art may have been glorious, but with individual exceptions, it was more or less mindless.

Society is the theatre, obligatory for the emancipation and development of the creative power in man. To reject social life is to deprive ourselves of the power of profiting by the experience of the past and the present.

If a man understands that his recent sojourn on earth was merely the latest of a long series of lives, and if he concentrates his mind towards recovering the memories of the distant past, he can recover them.

It strikes me that this may be one of the differences between youth and age: when we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts.

Hard science alone does not do justice to the cause of fully preserving the past. For that, you also need heart, a capacity for appreciating the drama and tragedy of a ship's dying moments.

Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.

Even though the story takes place in the past, it feels very much like the present or the near future. It feels like something incipient, imminent, pervasive. Like a fog so cold it's a thousand needles in your skin, just barely breaking the surface.

Does this happen to you a lot?" I think of vomiting at Mom's bringing up Lola. Of the rage that picked me up when Mark said "Jihadi Jane." The time that vanished when I read the YouTube comments. And other times in my past. Times when I go away, but I'm still here.

The Conservative approach is nothing more or less than an attempt to apply the wisdom and experience and the revealed truths of the past to the problems of today. The challenge is not to find new or different truths, but to learn how to apply established truths to the problems of the contemporary world.

Then is Now. The star you steer by is gone,its tremulous thread spun in the hurricanespider floss on my cheek; light from the zenithspun when the slowworm lay in her lapfifty years ago.

My past has absolutely no attraction for me, but meanwhile I'm stumbling around in the dark trying to find the doorknob into my future." "The doorknob? Have you even found the damn door yet?" "No," Frank admits. "Then quit looking for the knob! When you find the door, then you can start worrying about how to open it. 'Til then, relax." Mary

Fill pleasure's bowl at Lethe's stream, And I'll be gay at last; The draught that makes the future bright, Must drown the dreary past.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

It was a dream of perfect bliss Too beautiful to last; I seemed to welcome back again The bright days of the past. I was a boy--my mimic ship Sail'd down the village stream, And I was gay and innocent-- But, ah! it was a dream.

Every reality show plot pales in comparison to our history.