Quotes About Past

Ah tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers Save that they did not last?

I like the dreams for the future better than the history of the past.

The past is a funeral gone by.

The past is but the beginning of a beginning, and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.

Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.

The past is never completely lost, khowever extensive the devastation. Your sorrows are the bricks and mortar of a magnificent temple. What you are today and what you will be tomorrow are because of what you have been.

Respect the past in the full measure of its deserts, but do not make the mistake of confusing it with the present, nor seek in it the ideals of the future.

It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe-though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived.

The best compliment we can pay our past is to prophetically and bravely face today and tomorrow.

We have to do with the past only as we can make it useful to the present and the future.

The past is a guidepost, not a hitching post.

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.

No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, love.

The past is one evil less and one memory more.

The past not merely is not fugitive, it remains present.

The present is the living sum-total of the whole past.

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.

The flesh endures the storms of the present alone, the mind those of the past and future as well.

It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past.

If we open a quarrel between the past and the present, we shall find we have lost the future.

Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.

The present is the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

A preoccupation with the future not only prevents us from seeing the present as it is, but often prompts us to rearrange the past.

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