Quotes About Past

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.

Could the past be like this, he wondered, looking around at the empty clearing. A structure in your mind that you could burn down and get free of? He moved his foot back and forth over the forest floor. The weeds that had poked up through the skin of the earth were like green whiskers, and they were concentrated in the area that got the most sunlight. From the ashes came new life. Z

the whole clean-break thing had been an illusion. 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. Mostly the scars

The past was permanent in the same way the future was always just a hypothetical, two ends of a spectrum where one was concrete and the other air, and the instantaneous now, the single real moment, was the fixed point from which the weight of life hung and swung.

Apex? The male with the dead stare and the bad past walked in with a bored expression on his face—and a severed hand… in his hand? The vampire lifted the body part. "I borrowed this from one of the guards. After we're done getting you out, I'm going to slap him with it. Assuming he hasn't bled out.

We can't run from our pasts. We shouldn't even try.

Te puedo preguntar una cosa un poco delicada? —Al ver que su macho se encogía de hombros, siguió—: Aquella noche que me llevaste a la ciudad, ¿fue la primera vez que volvías a aquellos sitios? —No había vuelto. No me gusta quedarme en el pasado. Siempre miro hacia delante. —Cómo te envidio. Yo, en cambio, no puedo librarme de mi propia historia.

All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).

Quella strada del passato si srotolava confusamente di fianco a noi come se la tazza della vita si fosse rovesciata e ogni cosa fosse impazzita.

It was three children of the earth trying to decide something in the night and having all the weight of the past centuries ballooning in the dark before them

It was 3 children of the earth trying to decide something in the night and having all the weight of past centuries balooning in the dark before them.

Um dia hei de renascer numa grande cidade de outro sistema planetário, no passado ou no futuro, onde uma única montanha de 5km de altitude se recorta no céu azul - com toda a compaixão que sinto dentro de mim, a única coisa que vou precisar é da sabedoria da terra.

He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn. He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed through him in a mighty rhythm to which he swayed as the tides and seasons swayed.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

I see myself as a true modernist. Even when I do a traditional gown, I give it a modern twist. I go to the past for research. I need to know what came before so I can break the rules.

You do your work as a photographer and everything becomes past. Words are more like thoughts; the photographer's picture is always surrounded by a kind of romantic glamor - no matter what you do, and how you twist it.

I think when two people get together, their past is their past. Their reputations are reputations. You can only take someone the way you find them... on face value.

Biographers use historians more than historians use biographers, although there can be two-way traffic - e.g., the ever-growing production of biographies of women is helping to change the general picture of the past presented by historians.

There's an arrogance of assuming that we can interpret the past - that we've left the right footnotes, that we're doing the right reclamation projects, that we're not overcorrecting. Actually, we have no idea where we're going. It's this Tower of Babel type scenario.

I wasn't looking for another marriage. I had been married before. He is a nice man - a geologist, an Ernest Hemingway type. But Paul and I married because of convention.

In the past, I tried to be more of a typical session guitarist. I wasn't so concerned with impressing anybody.

Fear of death has been the greatest ally of tyranny past and present.

I'm just fascinated by the past. You know, both by the possibilities it holds and by the complete tyranny of it, the way it sort of keeps you in this stranglehold and makes you want things that you no longer have and you can never get back.

You look back and you remember the good, the bad and the ugly.