Quotes About Past

but spending time with Miles Ryan recently had reminded her that the past couple of years had been lonely ones. In the classroom, it was usually easy to avoid such thoughts. Standing in front of the blackboard, she was able to focus completely on the students, those small faces that stared at her with wonder. She'd come to view them as her kids, and she wanted to make sure they had every opportunity for success in the world.

The past was gone, after all, and the future was the only thing they had left.

I'm not proud of who I was back then, but I also know it's impossible to change the past.

The truth about autobiographical songs, he realized, was that you had to make the present become the past, somehow: you had to take a feeling or a friend or a woman and turn whatever it was into something that was over, so that you could be definitive about it. You had to put it in a glass case and look at it and think about it until it gave up its meaning.

I can see that now. I can see everything once it's already happened — I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

Unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it's just a drag, like a cold or having no money. If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.

It's just that in the old days, when you eventually got your pictures back from the drugstore, you never went backward through time. You shuffled through the twenty-four holiday snapshots, only seven of which were any good, put them in a drawer and forgot about them.

Unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it's just a drag, like a cold or having no money.

People who were born in '66 are nearly fifty? I know the show's fifty, but it seems like yesterday. Human years are different. I'd have guessed that Tim was twenty-five for thirty.

When he had gone home, he had been frightened, he had refused to face what he saw. But he had not really wanted to come home to a land, only to a pas; and not finding the past there, he had run away, fearing the reality, preferring the dream.

We are not quite conscious of the reason for our disdain when we refer to the illiterate past as wallowing in ignorance... What divides us from them is the column of print. Theirs was a total culture involving all the senses, while ours is a culture concentrated in the literate eye.

I remember unloading guns beneath a complex heaven

Another way Epicurus thought he could cure his followers of their fear of death was by pointing out the difference between what we feel about the future and what we feel about the past.

If you don't understand your past, you can't transcend it, you might repeat it, you don't understand half of your life. Knowledge is what's important, you know? Not the erasure, but the confrontation of it.

As I review the events of my past life I realize how subtle are the influences that shape our destinies.

Now is not the time to look at the past. Lets look forward to the future. Diplomats know very well that these are standard slogans for those who are engaged in serious crimes.

You couldn't erase the past, or kill it, or wish it out of existence. Nor could you will away the present or change what was coming. We were all trapped in that cycle of time, just circling around the core of yesterdays. Sometimes those yesterdays were strong enough, willful enough, to suck you back no matter how hard you struggled.

Um homem nunca está mais sozinho do que quando está rodeado pelo passado.

History makes the best gossip. And tomorrow Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, tomorrow's going to take care of itself anyway, isn't it?" He

How can you fully open your heart to someone new, when in fact...what you really need is closure from your past.

time was just a hangover from the past with no present meaning

It's nice to think that the weirdos get to decide what matters about the past, since it's the weirdos who care the most.

I believe that time is like a train, with men hanging out in front of the engine and off the back of the caboose; the man in front is laying down new tracks the moment before the train touches them and the man in the caboose is tearing up the rails the moment they are passed. There is no linear continuation: The past disappears, the future is unimagined, and the present is ephemeral. It cannot be traversed.

The past has happened, and it can only happen the way it happened.