Quotes About Past

Al'inizio lo feci malvolentieri, lo facevo unicamente per dar retta allo Scocciatore, sperando unicamente che la smettesse di tormentarmi. Ma poi ci presi gusto e mi ci dedicai anima e corpo. Avevo scoperto il piacere di scrivere e di ricordare, capivo che in questo modo mi sarei finalmente liberata dal peso del passato e che la penna, come un aratro, avrebbe smosso il terreno della memoria e gli avrebbe dato ordine.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily..

It is many years ago and at times I know nothing about her anymore who was once all things to me but all things pass. (The Eleventh Psalm)

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.

We will learn portraiture from Hope Jahren. Landscape from Hisham Matar. The return to the past from Rebecca Mead. Summer from Terrence des Pres. The continuum of time from Sallie Tisdale:

some of us have so much defeat in our past that we feel we lost the race before we knew it started.

You know what nostalgia is, don't you? It's basically a matter of recalling the fun without reliving the pain.

Living in memories is an empty gesture.

Meditation is the only magic that can help you to be free from the mind, can help you to be free from yourself, your past and all the burden of the past.

Youth looks forward, for nothing is behind! Age backward, for nothing is before.

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.

This book is almost entirely about people who lived in small towns a hundred years ago. As much about how they died as about how they lived. But the flash of death illuminated the lifes the victims have lived.

Yesterday's the past and tomorrow's the future. Today is a gift - which is why they call it the present.

History is but the record of the public and official acts of human beings. It is our object, therefore, to humanize our history and deal with people past and present; people who ate and possibly drank; people who were born, flourished and died; not grave tragedians, posing perpetually for their photographs.

Doesn't matter how competent, intelligent, or accomplished you are. You've got it tucked away in there. And nobody can cope for any great period of time with the feeling of that nakedness. You know what shame does? It takes a particular violation or several violations from your past, something that really got to you, and convinces you the person you felt like in that violation is who you'll always be, for the rest of your life. Sad, huh?

It's never safe to be nostalgic about something until you're absolutely certain there's no chance of its coming back.

An underexplored reason why nostalgic art is worthwhile is that it influences the way the past is remembered.

The form of my poem rises out of a past that so overwhelms the present with its worth and vision that I'm at a loss to explain my delusion that there exist any real links between that past and a future worthy of it.

If past history was all there was to the game, the richest people would be librarians.

I wound up through a wild set of circumstances getting into coaching. I went in and volunteered with Don Coryell, who was a big part of my past, great coach. A lot of people say he was one of the greatest coaches ever. He was very good in high school, college and pro. Another guy on that staff was named John Madden.

The past is an open wound, a life force busily shaping an increasingly bewildering present.

Pain is part of the past. There isn't one of us who doesn't still carry childhood wounds. Some are more horrific than others, but no matter how painful your young memories are, there were also glorious moments that kept you alive, or you would not be here today.

There's injustices within our system that we inherited from this time, from slavery, and until we confront our past, we're not going to be able to heal the wounds for our future.