Quotes About Past

My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.

Language is the armoury of the human mind; and at once contains the trophies of its past, and the weapons of its future conquests.

Time goes but does not come back.

Bygone troubles are good to tell.

The memories of events and statesmen paled as the years passed. Dust covered them, mud stained them, until they were finally erased as if they had never been. But recently people had come to understand that forgetting was more difficult and complicated than remembering.

What the Deuteronomistic historian wanted to say is simple and powerful: there is still a way to regain the glory of the past.

I'd trust you a hell of a lot more if you didn't refer to her as an old friend when we both know she was a hell of a lot more What she was is nearly a dozen years in the past. Years before I ever set eyes on you. Now simple bafflement joined the irritation and the ice. Christ Jesus, are you jealous of a woman I haven't spoken to, seen, or thought of in years? Even only looked at him for one long moment. You're thinking of her now

Put the past behind you - that's what people always said. But those people didn't get that the past was always behind you. Like a hound on the scent.

Put the past behind you—that's what people always said. But those people didn't get that the past was always behind you. Like a hound on the scent.

She'd have put it behind her, Eve thought, but it was always behind you. In a corner, in the dark. Squatting there behind you and chuckling in its throat.

He thinks: she had a life before I was born. He is glad for her sake, since she has no life any more.

El pasado es historia, y ¿qué es la historia salvo un relato hecho de aire que nos contamos a nosotros mismos?

Here I am patching up relations between the men of the future and the men of the past, returning, with apologies, a body we have sucked dry-a go-between, a jackal of Empire in sheep's clothing!

Pero el arrepentimiento no funciona, ¿verdad? El arrepentimiento, la contrición. Es la flecha del tiempo: no se la puede hacer girar. No hay vuelta atrás.

Pero no va a volver. Se ha ido. Ya es agua pasada, y el pasado ya se ha ido para siempre. Es una ley de la naturaleza. Ni siquiera las estrellas pueden nadar en contra de la corriente del tiempo.

Lamentablemente, no. No recuerdo nada, ni el pasado ni el futuro. Comparado contigo, David, soy un tipo muy obtuso, nada excepcional; de hecho, todo lo opuesto de excepcional. Vivo en el presente, como un buey.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male. She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can't get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.

Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.

Just because you moved on didn't mean you shed your personal history like a suit of clothes. Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars.

The past is what it is—good and bad, it's written and unchanging. And there's solace to be had in that.

The past is what it is—good and bad, it's written and unchanging. And there's solace to be had in that." Tears pricked her eyes. "What do you mean?" There was a long pause. "The good parts are more luminous because you can trust them. And the bad parts can't get any more tragic for precisely the same reason. The past is safe because it is indelible.

I bei momenti sono più luminosi perché sono una certezza. E per lo stesso identico motivo, quelli brutti non possono diventare più tragici. Il passato è sicuro perché è indelebile.

As the voice of the wizard continued to pound at him, he felt the ivy of the past overtaking him once again, all the things he had failed to do, all the differences he hadn't made, all the care he'd tried to take, but had fallen short on…and now there was a new layer. Cormia's layer.