Quotes About Past

I'm fascinated by delving into the historical context of what life was like in the past.

I've always been drawn to historical fiction.

We are not makers of history. We are made by history.

Never, ever forget history.

You can't erase history.

You can't supervise your own history.

Man, it seems to me, is not in history: he is history.

It is over with; I am in the history books.

I think one's history and past is important at a certain time in your life, especially as an artist, just to try to hone in on that.

One has to confront history honestly.

I'm just hoping my children will get enough of a foundation to remember what it was like before technology, how good that feels. Because I remember.

There's some horrible connotations in the word 'reunion.'

Yeah, yeah, I used to ride horses.

Back then it was nothing like today. So you'd go to the bowling alley. We bowled and you could be in the back and you could make out, you know? And you know how hot it was to make out.

We can't keep limiting ourselves when it comes to housing. Affordable housing and teacher housing are too crucial to let the failed policies of the past get in the way.

Data will always bear the marks of its history. That is human history held in those data sets.

Like walking through a door. Our relationship immediately attained a sepia tone: the past.

Wouldn't it be so lovely to just forget about Nick, those awful five years, and move on?

I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.

One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid down.

We all have our pasts. I suspect we keep them nebulous not because we are hiding from our yesterdays but because we think we will cut more romantic figures if we roll our eyes and dispense delicate hints about beautiful women forever beyond our reaches. Those men whose stories I have uprooted are running from the law, not a tragic love affair.

You don't alter the past, turn the tide, or change yourself by brooding about your hidden motives. You will surprise yourself every time, anyway. Nobody ever figures out why.

They steal our yesterdays and leave us no youth but that of our children.…

But she didn't want to stay there, so she climbed back out the window, through the glass eyes of the seven-foot Good Shepherd, and started again the futile weaving of invisible ifs and slippery mights into an equally unattainable past.