Quotes About Past

A politics of vengeance is not politics. Revenge is a recklessness towards the future in a vain attempt to make the present abolish a suffering which is already past.

The night of time far surpasseth the day, and who knows when was the equinox?

Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary.

Old places fire the internal weather of our pasts. The mild winds, aching calms, and hard storms of forgotten emotions return to us when we return to the spots where they happened.

No existe el futuro sin el pasado, porque lo que va a suceder no se puede imaginar más como una forma de repetición.

He hunched his shoulders and looked at the floor. With that movement, he entered the past. When he put on his jacket, kissed me again, and walked to the door, he was already a memory.

In a way," I said to him, "that now you're talking about hardly exists. We feel it, but it's impossible to measure. The past is always eating up the present.

No doubt I would have felt reverent in less lovely places, because I imagined a past I connected to myself.

Accumulated experience always alters perception of the past.

It can only be that places left behind often become emotionally simplified - that they sound a single note of pain or pleasure, which means that they are never what they were.

Like most people confined to an institution, she had been divested of a past life.

But the child inevitably haunts the adult, even when the former self is no longer recognizable.

The past is fragile, as fragile as bones grown brittle with age, as fragile as ghosts seen in windows or the dreams that fall apart upon waking and leave nothing behind them but a feeling of unease or distress or, more rarely, a kind of eerie satisfaction.

There is no future without a past, because what is to be cannot be imagined except as a form of repetition.

Gone is gone. I never miss anything or anyone because it all becomes a lovely memory. I guard my memories and love them, but I don't get in them and lie down.

And there lies the horror: the past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a love the way we reread a book or resee a film.

I love an art which allows me to document my place in this mix... This is my past and my future. It has its own logic and finally, its own sense of fulfillment.

Reality is always the story of a past, and what I love about the past is—it's over.

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

How much of love lies buried in dusty graves!

It is strange to talk of miracles, revelations, inspiration, and the like, as things past, while love remains.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

The great military leaders of the past have gone, their empires have crumbled and burned to ashes. But the empire of Jesus, built solidly and majestically on the foundation of love, is still growing.

The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.