Quotes About Past

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

For the people whose minds are in the past, even a heavy rain cannot bring them to the present time!

Time is so fast that all times are past times! When you look at a photo of the past, you must know that you are already in the album, someone else is looking at your photo! All times are past times!

Time doesn't conceal anything, it tells the future what you did in the past, so prepare well in order to score extra marks.

. . .I really ought to have recognized it for what it was and, perhaps, to have stopped right there - for it was nostalgia, and what inspires nostalgia has been dead a long time

Now time has a very different look; it is no longer the conquering present capturing the future; it is the present conquered and captured and carried off by the past.

It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

Vergangenheit ist, wenn es nicht mehr weh tut.

Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone? If we can't embrace uncertainty do we miss the point of love?

She said memories mean all, but they are all dead.

Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone?

a story I've already lived and really don't need to retell here.

He wished he would of lived a little differently.

It makes me wonder, Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or forget things? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives? I don't know.

In that one stolen second, I considered the Glebe girl. She entered my mind like a burglar, them vanished again, taking nothing. It was like the humiliation of the past had been dragged instantly from my back and left somewhere on the ground.

Footsteps crease the grass behind us.

As far as dispositions go, hers wasn't really enviable, although she had a good record with foster kids in the past.

You rob time, Fernando. How arrogant you are, taking an evening like this one as though it were some sour cherry, spitting half its flesh into the dirt. Every time you pitch yourself back into the past, you lose time. Have you so much of it to spare, my love?

the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good and thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past

I once read that forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a different past…but forgiving is not the same as obliterating memory.

Having little to do with the present, Mr. Beaton had plenty of room for the past. Oh, yes, he read the papers and knew that governments came and went (Conservative, Labor, Sociopath, Mr. Beaton would chuckle), but that made no odds to him.

They're always looking forward to going places they're just coming back from, or regretting doing things they haven't yet done. They say hello when they mean goodbye.

Maybe love will be like driving. When people move—when they travel—they look where they've come from, not where they're going.

I used to think there was no time like the present. I used to think there was no time but the present. Now I know better—or different, anyway. In the end, the past will always be there. The past is all there is: the present never sticks around for long enough, and the future is anybody's guess. In time, you always have to hand it to the past. It always gets you in the end.