Quotes About Past

Ye come and go incessant; we remain Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past; Be reverent, ye who flit and are forgot, Of faith so nobly realized as this.

Non esiste il passato, ma solo il presente del passato (che poi si chiama «memoria»). Non esiste il futuro, ma solo il presente del futuro (che poi si chiama «speranza»). L'unico

I am accused of tending to the past as if I made it, as if I sculpted it with my own hands. i did not, this past was waiting for me when I came,

[Epicurus] set forth what is the highest good, towards which we all strive, and pointed out the past, whereby along a narrow track we may strain on towards it in a straight course.

Haven't you had enough past to let the future go?

After all, that was our scandalous past to relive; our delightful secret to keep. With Maverick

He had understood long ago that the past was no better than the present. That was as plain as day. One had to try to escape, to wrestle free from every era, so as not to be devoured by it.

Only stilted pedants can conceive the idea that there are absolute norms to tell what is beautiful and what is not. They try to derive from the works of the past a code of rules with which, as they fancy, the writers and artists of the future should comply. But the genius does not cooperate with the pundit.

Why do they all loathe capitalism? Why do they, while en-joying the well-being capitalism bestows upon them, cast long-ing glances upon the "good old days" of the past and the miser-able conditions of the present-day Russian worker?

He felt, sometimes, like the keeper of memories-the one who had to facilitate that invisible transition between the way it used to be and the way it would be from now on.

I once read that every story is a love story. Love of a person, a country, a way of life. Which means, of course, that all tragedies are about losing what you love. When someone with a terminal disease can't stop fearing the future, it's comforting to look to the past. We tend to forget that we were all young, once. And that there was a time when we had beginnings, instead of endings.

There are skeletons in everyone's closet, things no one ever wants the world to discover.

Do you ever go back? Ruthann nods, When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound and more like a poultice.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice. Two

There were some memories, she knew, you could run from forever and never shake. Josie

I was starting to see that the past might color the future, but it didn't determine it. And if I could believe that, it was much easier to let go of what I'd done wrong.

Maybe who we were in the past informed who we chose to be in the future.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

Los problemas son simplemente recuerdos del pasado que se repiten para darnos una oportunidad más de ver con los ojos del amor y actuar con inspiración».

Sentirse culpable no cambia el pasado, así como preocuparse no cambia el futuro.

Memory is imagination, and imagination is memory. I don't think we remember the past, we imagine it. We take a few props with us into the future, and out of those props we make a model, some stage set, and that's our version of the past. Of course models decay, and they change. And so we're constantly reshaping the past. Because the past is us. The past is our foundation.

We imagine that we remember things as they were, while in fact all we carry into the future are fragments which reconstruct a wholly illusory past. That first death we witness will always be a murmur of voices down a corridor and a clock falling silent in the darkened room, the end of love is forever two spent cigarettes in a saucer and a white door closing.

Let us say, the present is where we live, while the past is where we dream.