Quotes About Past

Many a time in the past, when an active operator on Wall Street, he had done things...which would have caused raised eyebrows on the fo'c'sle of a pirate sloop - and done them without a blush.

I am strongly of the opinion that, after the age of twenty-one, a man ought not to be out of bed and awake at four in the morning. The hour breeds thought. At twenty-one, life being all future, it may be examined with impunity. But, at thirty, having become an uncomfortable mixture of future and past, it is a thing to be looked at only when the sun is high and the world full of warmth and optimism.

We are all affected by our pasts, but it is within our power not to let what we have done to dictate what we will do.

It can't be done, old thing. Sorry, but it's out of the question. I couldn't go through all that again. Not for me? Not for a dozen more like you. I never thought, said Bingo sorrowfully, to hear those words from Bertie Wooster! Well, you've heard them now, I said. Paste them in your hat. Bertie, we were at school together. It wasn't my fault. We've been pals for fifteen years. I know. It's going to take me the rest of my life to live it down.

That's what I meant when I said that about the cheek of Woman as a sex. What I mean is, after what had happened, you'd have thought she would have preferred to let the dead past bury its dead, and all that sort of thing, what?

Hoy es hoy, y ayer se fue. No hay duda.

no te vayas al cielo, alcanza las manzanas, no las nubes, ésas déjalas ir por el cielo, irse hacia el pasado. Tú eres tu presente, tu manzana: tómala de tu árbol, levántala en tu mano, brilla como una estrella, tócala, híncale el diente y ándate silbando en el camino.

the new world may be in fact a very, very, very, very old world.

The brain is basically a bureaucrat. It looks at the past, applies it to the present and uses it as a map to predict the future. It literally makes up stories.

You can't change your past, but you can change your mind about your past.

Seeds of past karma cannot germinate if they are roasted in the fires of divine wisdom.

Forget the past," Sri Yukteswar would console him. "The vanished lives of all men are dark with many shames. Human conduct is ever unreliable until man is anchored in the Divine. Everything in future will improve if you are making a spiritual effort now.

It is not necessary to let anyone know about one's private faults or past failings, except if someone is qualified to give help in cases where outside intervention is needed.

Seeds of past karma cannot germinate if they are roasted in the divine fires of wisdom.

Forget the past," Sri Yukteswar would console him. "The vanished lives of all men are dark with many shames. Human conduct is ever unreliable until anchored in the Divine. Everything in future will improve if you are making a spiritual effort now.

Forget the past," Sri Yukteswar would console him. "The vanished lives of all men are dark with many shames. Human conduct is ever unreliable until anchored in the Divine. Everything in future will improve if you are making a spiritual effort now." Master

The journalistic cliché that this is the -information age- is misleading if it suggests that in the past, either recent or distant, we did not depend on information.

The past is a palimpsest. Early memories are always obscured by accumulations of later knowledge.

you should go tho the past, looking not for messages or warnings, but simply to be humbled by the weight of human experience that has preceded the brief flicker of your own few days.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

The past was one country where I tried to limit the number of free trips.

Faey lived, for those who knew how to find her, within Ombria's past. Parts of the city's past lay within time's reach, beneath the streets in great old limestone tunnels: the hovels and mansions and sunken river that Ombria shrugged off like a forgotten skin, and buried beneath itself through the centuries.

He could pick my heart like a rose and watch it wither in his hand. Sometimes I think he is like that. At other times I think he is as simple and golden and generous as our father's fields. And then I see things in his eyes - things that I have never looked at, and I know that I have walked a short and easy road out of my past, while he has walked a thousand roads to meet me. I know Perrin's past; the same road runs into his future. I don't know Corbet.

This palace,' he had said, 'is a small city, past lying close to present like one shoe next to another. If you look at them in a mirror, left becomes right, present becomes past...