Quotes About Past

Die Vergangenheit ist ein fremdes Land; dort gelten andere Regeln.

The past is a guide post, not a hitching post.

You know, everyone has a past. Sometimes, it's what makes us who we are, but sometimes, it lets us know who we don't ever want to be. I'm not sure what your past has been like, but I do know it doesn't have to be your future.

People lament for their losses because it´s easier mourn for the past than avoid them in present.

The past is a losing battle that we can´t demand rematches.

The problem with people is that they see the problem before the solution, set up in failures more than the successes and live longer past than the present.

He could not forget the past, and he didn't really wish to. Despite everything that had happened, he cherished Katherine's memory. But there was one memory he must truly not disturb, one page of the journal he must not turn. If he had to relive that horror, that… abomination, he would go mad. As he had been mad that day, that final day, when he had looked upon his own damnation.

Let bygones be bygones

El pasado es un país extraño; allí hacen las cosas de manera muy diferente a como las hacemos aquí

Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils but present evils triumph over it.

Mais, après avoir accordé un sourire à ce roman d'autrefois, il revint aussitôt à l'unique objet de ses préoccupations actuelles.

To accept with unquestioning faith, or to refuse to reconsider any particular view held by the Church in the past, is as unreasonable as it is unsafe. The faith of the Church is a progressive affair.

Now winds are wild, and sere leaves fall; A dying glory mantles all; I sit and watch the tears of rain Steal slowly down the window-pane. The wailing of the Autumn blast Stirs many a dead leaf of the Past Within my soul; I seem to hear The wan lips of the dying year, Mournfully, oh, mournfully, Chant a low, sad melody!

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?

There is the past, and there is the future," he had said to his brothers and sisters not long ago. "The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other." He'd been wrong. There was only the present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other.

My people understood that time is an ocean, not a river. It doesn't flow away and pour itself out, done and gone. It simply is - eternal and entire. Mortals might move through it in one direction, but that's no reflection of its true nature - only of our limitations. Past and future are our own constructs. And as for myths, some are made up, nothing but fantasy. But some myths are true. Some have already been lived. And in the drift of time, eternal and entire, some haven't.

But just because the past is blood doesn't mean the future must be, too.

Existe el pasado, y también el futuro. El presente no es más que el único segundo que divide la una a la otra...

tiden är ett hav, inte en flod [...]. Den flyter inte iväg och rinner ut. Den bara är ? evig och hel. Dödliga kanske rör sig i en riktning, men det säger inget om dess sanna natur, bara om våra begränsningar. Det förflutna och framtiden är något vi själva har konstruerat (s. 559).

Existe el pasado y existe el futuro», les había dicho a sus hermanos y hermanas no hacía tanto. «El presente no es más que el breve instante que separa uno de otro.»

Firework test fizzled past like a misbegotten angel

On the riverfront thoroughfare, trams and buses roared past, grounding the day in the twenty-first century, but on the quieter lanes, the wintry peace might have hailed from another time.

Grief seemed to constitute a kind of connective membrane, not a divide, and the "fragile film of the present" felt strengthened, not threatened, by the past. Tears, it struck her—even ones that spilled out of your mouth or off a table—formed a fretwork the wingless could learn to walk over, if there had been enough of them and you tried. She wondered if Noah had