Quotes About Past

I want all of you, Windsor…now and forever. I can't control your past, but if I could, you would have always been mine to love.

For she thought that she glimpsed through the dust of the years, a faint flicker of the girl who had lingered in the lanes when the young man Williams and she had been courting. And looking at Williams as he stood before her twitching and bowed, she thought that she glimpsed a faint flicker of the youth, very stalwart and comely, who had bent his head downwards and sideways as he walked and whispered and kissed in the lanes.

We can continue to let the past control us. One horrible night we can't change. Or we can take the lessons we learned from it—lessons about courage and resilience and second chances—and embrace a future together.

history repeats itself....but it is the past that we find joy in,for it is the good memories we try and remember,the bad we keep at bay,the future we do not know, the present is what we have control over....

The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings.

We cannot overstate our debt to the Past, but the moment has the supreme claim.

But the history of independent India has remained a field mostly untilled. If history is 'formally constituted knowledge of the past', then for the period since 1947 this knowledge practically does not exist.

Remaining quiet is what is called wisdom-insight. To remain quiet is to resolve the mind in the Self. Telepathy, knowing past, present and future happenings and clairvoyance do not constitute wisdom-insight.

You can use your senses either to drown in the NOW or enacting your past!

to have the right future, we need to lay down the right past, for that future to build on.

The past is constructed of memory, the future of expectation

Trecutul e ca un infirm f?r? mâini È™i f?r? picioare,cu ochi È™ireÈ›i,o limb? ascuÈ›it? È™i o memorie bun?.

Most of us assume that human beings have free will. However, . . . [we] are very much conditioned by our species, culture, family, and by the past in general. . . . It is rare for a human being to have free will. . . . (140)

I thank the Lord that, even though things were so wrong in my life here, I finally was brought to the realization of what all those struggles were about. There are some wonderful things from your painful past, things with a beauty you may not have realized at the time.

Living was no longer the grief behind him, but the anxiety ahead.

We may romanticize the past, but up until fairly recently most of humanity lived extremely fragile lives in which one all-too-common misfortune could spell disaster.

No es estúpida esa fe que la gente deposita en el pasado, como si el pasado fuera más cierto que el presente o el futuro?

No es estúpida esa fe que la gente deposita en el pasado, cómo si el pasado fuera más cierto que el presente o el futuro?

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can't believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven't been.

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can't believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven't been.

The past can be a terrible weight bound to you by an unbreakable chain. You can drag it with you, forever looking over your shoulder at what holds you back. Or you can let it go and move forward. It's your choice.

You're smiling. But you must know yourself, since you are a literary person, that the work of fiction is always a form of recovery of the past, even if that past has to be falsified to seem real. The act of recalling the past in what we write doesn't mean knowing the way it really was, but rather becoming the master of memories as they burn in the perilous instant of creation.

Memory is a giggling sprite and will not be tamed. She takes flight the moment the present becomes the past.

A cappella music has always been around. It's such an old form.