Quotes About Past

And you sit listening, and nodding, like those toys I've seen, their heads on springs. It's too ridiculous, this ordering the noise the past makes into music. What's it for? Time's up. You're in the house. I'm through the door.

As memórias que eu tenho, e a casa que ainda é minha, ambas estão cheias de coisas que adornam uma vida que eu já não vivo, sentimentos que eu já não tenho.

There is no proper way to discuss what God will do in the future unless we have our feet firmly planted in biblical teaching about what God has done in the past.

Pa's voice, from a day long past, whispered a response to Thomas's inner torment. "Son, choices a man makes, and not always does he choose the right. This is why we seek daily the Lord's guidance.

That's your map of the past. What's in the map of your future?" I stared at her. "What do you want?" she persisted. I had no idea. When I'd first been evacuated I'd wanted to be like the girl riding the pony, racing the train. Now I was. Parts of me were still jumbled—but maybe that girl had been jumbled too. I'd only seen her from the outside.

We gather up pictures and bits of our past and scrapbook them into a gift that will last.

What's in a man's past doesn't matter nearly as much as what's in his present, and most importantly, what's in his heart. (Kristen)

She glanced up from his lips to those dark eyes that smoldered with his fire. She remembered now what they had looked like as she'd seen him before Morgen had entered his world. "Your eyes used to be blue." "That was a long time ago." -Seren to Kerrigan

They travel through the night on the wings of heavenly stallions bringing hope and new faith to those left behind. Even though they are free, they never forget their past and spend their lives trying to bring peace to others. (Brotherhood Chanson)

The past was with my countrymen every moment of their lives. History for then was that fabled second chance. They could rework the past and get it right this time around.

But to censor it would be tantamount to a kind of doctoring. I would be just as guilty of a normative version of the past as the charans and their ilk. And not to write at all would mean that i, too, believes that truth was a good slogan but not to be confronted in the corridors of real life.

I've made mistakes, been broken by evil, and wished fervently for my life to be taken from me. The past will never change. But my imperfect past brought me here, and it's a remarkable place to be. All I've suffered, all you have suffered, Kathryn, has not made us weak. It has made us wise.

So who do you suppose Imogene was last time around?" "Oh, that's easy," Haven laughed. "Attila the Hun.

She holds within her the memory of this journey, drawn out for her like a constellation in the darkness, each element of the landscape connecting her along a line that is her past. Carter may want to come here now, but she's the one who belongs, on this road, under this piece of sky.

She is sure of many things. She is certain that her daughter loves her in a way that will last forever. She's sure that she has this moment, this day, & maybe a few hours after that. She's sure of the past, & what might linger on the horizon only as far as she can see. She's certain that if you take your grief & you hold on tight to it, it multiplies & divides & soon conquers you so that it wins a war that was never meant to be started.

WHENEVER we review the events of our lives apart from the blood of Jesus, we subject ourselves to the influence of the spirit of deception. In reality, my sinful past no longer exists. The Lamb of God purchased it with a payment in blood, forever removing my sins from the records of Heaven. The atoning blood of Jesus covers my sin, never to be uncovered again. Sin's power to destroy us is itself destroyed by a superior reality: forgiveness.

At my age, I should not be afraid of anything—certainly not my own past.

Lately, though, I find myself thinking about the war and my past, about the people I lost. Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and turned away, too confused to retrace my steps. They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

SUCH A THIN VEIL separated the past from the present; they existed simultaneously in the human heart.

In constructing a theory which derives the neurosis from causes in the distant past, we are first and foremost following the tendency of our patient to lure us as far away as possible from the critical present…It is mainly in the present that the affective causes lie, and here alone are the possibilities of removing them.

For all my respect for history, it seems to me that no insight into the past and no re-experiencing of pathogenic reminiscences – however powerful it may be – is as effective in freeing man from the grip of the past as the construction of something new…no matter what the original circumstances from which they arose, [the neurosis] is conditioned and maintained by a wrong attitude which is present all the time and which, once it is recognized, must be corrected now.

There, beside the shifting fact of all that water. What's done is done.

if nothing else around it changes, heat cannot pass from a cold body to a hot one......This is the only basic law of physics that distinguishes the past from the future.

The entropy of the world in the far past appears very low to us. But this might not reflect the exact state of the world: it might regard the subset of the world' s variables with which we, as physical systems, have interacted. It is with respect to the dramatic blurring produced by our interactions with the world, caused by the small set of macroscopic variables in terms of which we describe the world, that the entropy of the universe was low.