Quotes About Past

Memories are fossils, the bones left by dead versions of ourselves.

You will love. You will hurt. You will dream. And you will die. Each man's past if your future. 'Then what is the point?' I asked. 'If all has been seen and done?' 'The question,' she replied 'is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die. It is what you will love, why you will hurt, when you will dream, and how you will die. This is your choice. You not pick the destination, only the path.

If we let it, memory can make shadows of the now, as nothing can match the buttressed legends of our past.

What is fact? What records did the church, in its misguided attempt to cleanse the past of perceived contradictions, rewrite to suit its preferred narrative?

Los recuerdos son fósiles, huesos dejados por versiones muertas de nosotros mismos.

Were the comfort and safety of that past existence real? If so, were they at someone else's expense?

We define nostalgia as a yearning for the way things used to be in our often idealized and self-protective version of the past.

In order to change, people need to become aware of their sensations and the way that their bodies interact with the world around them. Physical self-awareness is the first step in releasing the tyranny of the past." Van der Kolk goes on to explain that, "The mind needs to be reeducated to feel physical sensations, and the body needs to be helped to tolerate and enjoy the comforts of touch.

Exploit fears by photoshopping a picture of yesteryear to be everything people wanted it to be (but never was), seduce people into believing that a make-believe past could exist again, and give them someone to blame for ruining the picture and/or not being able to restore the mythical utopia.

it's important to reality-check our nostalgic ideas by uncovering and examining the tradeoffs and contradictions that are often deeply buried in all of our memories. Were the comfort and safety of that past existence real? If so, were they at someone else's expense?

And in those fleeting moments, she understands that however much we might wish to sever ourselves from the past, ties of blood and memory remain. Even the most rebellious soul cannot be immune to that human truth.

When we wallow in guilt, remorse, and shame over real or imagined sins of the past, we are disdaining God's gift of grace.

Preoccupation with our past sins, present weaknesses, and character defects gets our emotions churning in self-destructive ways, closes us within the mighty citadel of self, and preempts the presence of a compassionate God.

Forgiveness is a conscious choice to become more liberated and less constrained by the past. This simple act of changing one's mindset can be the wellspring of tolerance, mercy, and compassion.

The past was a bridge that looked solid and sturdy, but once you were on it, you saw that it extended only far enough to strand you, to suspend you between loss and longing with nowhere to go at all.

A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?

History, as they say, is alive and well and living in London.

Men kan nooit werkelijk een plek-van-vroeger terug vinden, of een voorbije staat van zijn opnieuw beleven. Er is ooit een toestand van volmaakt geluk geweest die men in de loop van de tijd onophoudelijk verliest, vergeet. Toch blijft men geloveen dat die ergens in het verleden verzonken is en hervonden kan worden.

We only have the past that we have. Not all of our deeds were incorrect.

Siempre hemos vivido para crear buenos recuerdos, no para olvidar. Toda cultura se basa en la conservación y la búsqueda de recuerdos del pasado y, al mismo tiempo, en la creación de nuevos recuerdos. El arte mira hacia atrás y hacia delante.

Once more they had left their own time for another age. The age of Bellman, the bacchanalian 18th-century poet.

The whole of China was overshadowed by the injustice of the past.

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

The question is precisely to know whether the past has ceased to exist, or ceased to be useful...