Quotes About Past

The strongest thing that baseball has going for it today are its yesterdays.

There is no comfort looking forth nor back, The present gives the lie to all her past.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself.

We cannot study the brain, the instrument for fabricating the realities we inhabit, using the mental constructs of the past.

The future and the past are equally meaningless because they are nebulous entities, times that do not exist, containing events which have no echo because they are gone, or which hold no import because they are yet to happen. What is important is the here and now, and now, and now, and the spaces between the nows.

Dear cellular structure, I wish to have the attributes that I have earned in what I call my past that will enhance the ability for me to live my current life with more ease and grace. I wish to recall those things that will allow me to live longer, do my work better, and give me peace over the things that I desire to do. I wish to mine the Akash for this, which is in my personal DNA." So, do you see what is happening here?

You're ancient history, Vince. A has-been lining up for four p.m. dinner at the retirement home. You're not employable as a director anymore.

Girls without Pasts don't keep guns in their dressing rooms.

The problem with guilt is that it cements you to the past.

I don't do regrets. Regrets are pointless. It's too late for regrets. You've already done it, haven't you? You've lived your life. No point wishing you could change it.

It is the things that have a history, L. Compared to them we are ghosts.

And I would hop like nobody has ever hopped before, if I could somehow go back to that terrible Thursday, and stop Beatrice from attending that afternoon tea where she met Esmé Squalor for the first time.

The past can be as difficult to imagine as the future. It would be helpful in life, as in confusing books, to have an author, if that's the right word, explaining to us everything we find bewildering, in the hopes we all might feel better.

One of the most difficult things to think about in life is one's regrets. Something will happen to you, and you will do the wrong thing, and for years afterward, you will wish you had done something different.

o mar] há quem diga, não passa de uma biblioteca de todas as lágrimas da história.

There comes a time in some relationships when no matter how sincere the attempt to reconcile the differences or how strong the wish to recreate a part of the past once shared, the struggle becomes so painful that nothing else is felt and the world and all its beauty only add to the discomfort by providing cruel contrast.

But dogmatism—or the inclination "to identify the goal of our thinking with the point at which we have become tired of thinking"—is so natural to man that it is not likely to be a preserve of the past. [Citing Lessing's January 9, 1771 letter to Mendelssohn.]

Ah, se se pudesse arrancar o passado com as suas raízes! É impossível, infelizmente, mas pelo menos pode-se fingir esquecer

But now everything will be different. It is nonsense to believe that life will not allow it, that the past will not allow it. I must struggle to live a better life, a far better life.

Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.

Kings are the slaves of history.

There will be today, there will be tomorrow, there will be always, and there was yesterday, and there was the day before...

Smiling with pleasure, they went through their memories, not sad, old people's memories, but poetic, youthful ones, those impressions from the very distant past where dream merges with reality, and they laughed softly, rejoicing at something.

I was wrong when I said that I did not regret the past. I do regret it; I weep for that past love which can never return. Who is to blame, I do not know. Love remains, but not the old love; its place remains, but it all wasted away and has lost all strength and substance; recollections are still left, and gratitude; but...