Quotes About Past

It struck me then how much the past - not just the past but history and family - was like the ocean tide. It was always the same ocean, but the waves made it fresh and new each time.

But I can't confront the doubts I have. I can't admit that maybe the past was bad, and so, for the sake of momentum I'm condemning the future to death so it can match the past.

The Mind acts like a magnet...It gets stuck to the past. It gets sucked into our yesterdays, and our Joy and Peace does not last.

The mind is a rascal monkey, Always jumping from thought to thought. It makes us fear the future, And drags us to a past that we forgot.

Whatever our present is not magic... It may be good,it may be tragic... It depends on what we did in the past, karma will decide until when it will last.

Whatever our Present, it is not Magic… It may be Good, it may be Tragic… It depends on what we did in the past, Karma will decide until when it will last.

El pasado ha de pasar, no para caer en el olvido, sino para hallar su lugar en el único contexto que le conviene: la historia. Sólo un pasado historizado puede, en efecto, informar válidamente al presente, mientras que un pasado mantenido permanentemente actual no puede sino ser fuente de polémicas partidarias y de ambigüedades.

Freud said that life is all about being able to love and to work. And I think it is about those things. But it's also about play. Play can bring back the past, but even if it doesn't, play is now; play is fun. More than ever, I have the feeling that all of what we do that counts is just love and work and play.

According to conviction, I am not simply what I am doing now. I am also what I have done, and my conventionally edited version of my past is made to seem almost more the real me than what I am at this moment. For what I am seems so fleeting and intangible, but what I was is fixed and final. It is the firm basis for predictions of what I will be in the future, and so it comes about that I am more closely identified with what no longer exists than with what actually is

Pam: I don't know what it is about me that makes people think I want to hear their problems. Maybe I smile too much. Maybe I wear too much pink. But please remember I can rip your throat out if I need to. And also know that I am not a hooker. That was a long, long time ago.

View the past as your enemy, and it will be an albatross. View it as your friend, and it will give you wings.

Later, I imagined that the past is not behind us at all, but unseen beneath our feet. We are supported by it as we walk, sometimes balanced, sometimes not, and if we tried we could reach below to grasp the person we once were. It might even be possible to pull them up to join us. Now I wonder if our past is always nearby, and our future too, and if we look carefully we can see both. But who wants to look carefully?

She probably thought I was making a dumb joke, but sometimes history sounded like a dumb joke. History was either a dumb joke or a cruel joke.

It made her—a bizarre trick—long for a past that was still in the future.

Nostalgia, however, is not about being formed as a people; it is about borrowing experiences and moments from the past in order to experience something for ourselves in the present. Nostalgic individuals link themselves to a historically specific time or event in order to serve their personal desires for an experience in the moment. It is all about resourcing the self by consuming the past.

Things happened, as soon as they had they were in the past, once they were, there was nothing you could do. Days and nights followed in a seamless phantasmagoria of action and inaction, of weariness, privation, duty, routine and waiting, always so much waiting. What had happened yesterday might have been in another life, as remote from today as the unknowable events of tomorrow.

facts in the sense of an individual past. Facts were like longitude on a map, measurements of temporal relativity, evoking but not containing the myriad associations, tones, colours, remarks, incidents, feelings that formed the patchwork brocade of a life.

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or of joy. The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present. Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone.

If you don't use your experience, your past is wasted, and you are betraying yourself.

Reading American photographs is also a way of reading the past-not just the scenes recorded and the faces immobilized into permanent images, but the past as culture, as ways of thinking and feeling, as experience

Tarih ne bir hapishane ne bir müze ve ne de kendi kendini kutlama vesilesi olacak bir malzemeler kümesidir." s.8

Christianity isn't about a return to or repristination of a mythic lost paradise or golden age of the past, but about the movement towards a yet unrealized future in which that past is surpassed in a glorified and surpassing realization of the goods within it.

It's not how far you've come that matters. It's where you've come from.

Dimly--at first wary that it was merely a dislodged fragment of the dream--she remembered Resurgam. And then, slowly, events returned, not as a tidal wave, or even as as landslide, but as a slow, squelching slippage: a disembowelment of the past.