Quotes About Past

We speak of time and mind, which do not easily yield to categories. We separate past and future and find that time is an amalgam of both. We separate good and evil and find that mind is an amalgam of both. To understand, we must grasp the whole.

Lo so. Lo sappiamo tutti. Forse la lezione del passato potrà insegnarci cosa evitare. E poi, la tirannia che c'è adesso è reale. Quella che potrebbe esistere in futuro è solamente potenziale. Non possiamo sottrarci sempre ai cambiamenti pensando che la situazione potrebbe cambiare in peggio, altrimenti addio speranza di riuscire un giorno a sconfiggere l'ingiustizia.

Siempre han confiado en la autoridad o en el pasado, nunca en sí mismos. Sus

U istoriji ne postoje sre?ni završeci, postoje samo krizne ta?ke koje odu u prošlost.

Trantor was a world in dregs and rebirth. Set like a faded jewel in the midst of the bewildering crowd of suns at the center of the Galaxy—in the heaps and clusters of stars piled high with aimless prodigality—it alternately dreamed of past and future.

There was this superstitious fear on the part of the pygmies of the present for the relics of the giants of the past.

That old?" The old man sighed. "History has been crowded since.

I tell you I know the type of people that become Medievalists. They're soft, dreamy people who find life too hard for them here and get lost in an ideal world of the past that never really existed.

He lives in the past. He is a dreamer of ancient times, or rather, of the myths of what ancient times used to be. Such men are harmless in themselves, but their queer lack of realism makes them fools for others.

Unsafe, sire. He lives in the past. He is a dreamer of ancient times, or rather, of the myths of what ancient times used to be. Such men are harmless in themselves, but their queer lack of realism makes them fools for others.

Throughout you have invariably relied on authority or on the past—never on yourselves." His fists balled spasmodically. "It amounts to a diseased attitude—a conditioned reflex that shunts aside the independence of your minds whenever it is a question of opposing authority.

Ar refuza s? ne asculte. ?i È™tii de ce? Pentru c? au anumite idei fixe cu privire la trecut. Orice schimbare e o blasfemie în ochii lor, chiar dac? e adev?rul-adev?rat. Nu vor adev?rul; îÈ™i vor doar tradiÈ›iile lor.

If time is just a form of perception, or a category of reason, the past is as present as today: Cain continues to murder Abel.

As my Popo used to say, life is a tapestry we weave day by day with threads of different colors, some heavy and dark, others thin and bright, all the threads having their uses. The stupid things I did are already in the tapestry, indelible, but I'm not going to be weighed down by them till I die. What's done is done; I have to look ahead.

I try desperately to conquer the transitory nature of my existence, to trap moments before they evenesce, to untangle the confusion of my past. Every instant disappears in a breath and immediately becomes the past; reality is ephemeral and changing, pure longing.

Lo que se olvida es como si nunca hubiera sucedido

El exiliado mira hacia el pasado, lamiéndose las heridas; el inmigrante mira hacia el futuro, dispuesto a aprovechar las oportunidades a su alcance.

con el tiempo se recuerdan los hechos, pero se borran las emociones. Ya no soy la mujer que fui entonces.

Mediante la fotografía y la palabra escrita intento desesperadamente vencer la condición fugaz de mi existencia, atrapar los momentos antes de que se desvanezcan, despejar la confusión de mi pasado.

I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously...That's why my Grandmother Clara wrote in her notebooks, in order to see things in their true dimension

Memory is fragile and capricious; each of us remembers and forgets according to what is convenient. The past is a notebook with many leaves on which we jot down our lives with ink that changes according to our state of mind.

No se puede cambiar el pasado, pero tal vez se pueden ir eliminando los peores recuerdos…

Había tenido que tejer el amor con recuerdos...

I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously—as the three Mora sisters said, who could see the spirits of all eras mingled in space.