Quotes About Past

So that it is not the love of any present sin in thy heart, but the fear of thy past sins in thy conscience, that keeps thee from believing. Now for thee it is that I would gather the best encour agements I can out of the word, and with them strew thy way to the throne of grace.

One day they came and knocked the cornices from the watch repair and pasted campaign posters on the windows. Torn across, by now, by boys, they urge you still to vote for half an orange beblazoned man who as a whole one failed two years ago to win at his election. Everywhere, in this manner, the past speaks, and it mostly speaks of failure.

it is discouraging to leave the past behind only to see it coming toward you like the thunderstorm which drenched you yesterday.

The teacher of history's work should be, ideally, not simply a description of past cultures, but a performance of the culture in which we live and are increasingly taking our being.

All the higher, more penetrating ideals are revolutionary. They present themselves far less in the guise of effects of past experience than in that of probable causes of future experience.

If you believe that feeling bad or worrying long enough will change a past or future event, then you are residing on another planet with a different reality system.

LOSS COMES IN every moment. Second by second our lives are stolen from us. What is past will never come again.

It's hard to say good-bye and almost impossible to accomplish this alone and ritual is the railing we hold to, all of us together, that keeps us upright and connected until the worst is past.

It seems to me that when you look back at a life, yours or another's, what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow. So much is lost. What we use to construct the past is what has remained in the open, a hodgepodge of fleeting glimpses. Our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks.

It seems to me that when you look back at a life - yours or another's - what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow. So much is lost. What we use to construct the past is what has remained in the open, a hodgepodge of fleeting glimpses. Our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks. So what I recall of that last summer in New Bremen is a construct of both what stands in the light and what I imagine in the dark where I cannot see.

I understood that the past is never really past. We live out history over and over, the worst of our memories right there alongside us, step for step, our companions to the grave.

Nostalgia is a fire fueled by failures of memory.

She lived in her past life- these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that was left her in the world.

It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.

If we wish to do justice to the historical enterprise, we must take past for what it was. And that means that we must resist the temptation to scour the past for examples or precursors of modern science. We must respect the way earlier generations approached nature, acknowledging that although it may differ from the modern way, it is nonetheless of interest because it is part of our intellectual ancestry.

The future is even more fungible than the past: We can make it up, assert it will be so, and no one can say it won't happen with any surety. Herman Melville, in talking about history, said that the past is the textbook of tyrants, while the future is the bible of the free.

thus animals without symbolic language may lack the ability humans have to deliberately think about the past and imagine the future.

We cannot really change the past, Gart," Larka whispered kindly, "but perhaps we can change the way we see it. You must escape your history, as Morgra could not escape hers. That is the only way to truly conquer her. Otherwise it will go on forever. We can make a different future. If we have true courage.

Life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty. Be all you can be, and let go of the past. It is nothing but shadows.

So quiet that house was in the night, so quiet all the other little homes around it were that held the elderly in them and the old alone or still in couples sleeping early, waking, lying awake and thinking about the past. So much past every night in the silence settling over those houses that all looked much the same on a hillside creeping up against the rock and gorse and tipping down to the river where it widened, widened and ended in the sea.

The history of invention is not the history of a necessary future to which we must adapt or die, but rather of failed futures, and of futures firmly fixed in the past.

The time that has passed is ours to keep, and nothing is safer than that which was.

S?r?s sl?pjas k?ds pretrun?gs sp?ks, visvarens sp?ks, kas liek cilv?kam vienlaikus tiekties p?c p?rmai??m un taj? paš? laik? pieprasa no vi?a patolo?isku uztic?bu pag?tnei.

La dicha se convierte en una isla en el pasado, inaccesible.