Quotes About Past

I loved him so, even his past was precious to me. I found myself kissing each mark, thinking, I would have had it never happen, I would wish it away, taking him further and further back to a time when he had known no disappointments, no battles, no wounds, as I erased each one. To make him again like Caesarion. Yet if we take the past away from those we love - even to protect them - do we not steal their very selves?

Whatever is happening to Pique isn't what I think is happening, whatever that may be. What happened to me wasn't what anyone else thought was happening, and maybe not even what I thought was happening at the time. A popular misconception is that we can't change the past–everyone is constantly changing their own past, recalling it, revising it. What really happened? A meaningless question. But one I keep trying to answer, knowing there is no answer.

Look ahead into the past, and back into the future, until the silence.

The poet W.H. Auden wrote that people come in two varieties: Utopians, who imagine the perfect world in the future, and Edenists, who, if life is not perfect now, believe it once was in the past.

I'll never know how many men loved her before me, but I know that each of them, whether he was good to her or wrong, did his part in shaping her, making her what she is.

At which point exactly does the past give way to the present, and does time ever intersect? Through years of occupations, this house on Rákóczi út was forced to give way to new inhabitants. Just by being here, standing here in from of this house, we are bringing them all back, through memory.

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

Such is the amazing power of stories to link us to our past and lead us all the way back to the present.

When the past is recaptured by the imagination, breath is put back into life.

This is one reason that improving our external circumstances may not always be enough to alleviate our longstanding anxieties or to make us feel more empowered; to the extent that the unconscious is committed to preserving the past—even when this past is not what we would have chosen—in an unchanging form, it can prevent our inner lives from catching up with modifications of our external conditions.

It is less important—and ultimately perhaps rather futile—to reach ethical or intellectual conclusions about the unconscious than it is to create a space of inquiry where we diligently attend to how it continues to reincarnate the past in the present.

Don't let the violence of your past blind you from the peace in your present. Lutti

life is made up of memories. That your memories are the story of your past." He kissed the side of her face. "Someday this will be part of our past, too. A memory we made together.

Did her daughters really think they had a right to know everything about her past? What was it about discovering the truth that had made them both so indignant?

Nimiedades que servían para recordarle que antaño había existido el mundo exterior y que el presente era mucho más que el ayer y sus papeles amarillentos, su tinta parda y esos mapas que se desintegraban al desplegarlos.

I wish it could have been otherwise. But in the end … this is part of our past, whether we are proud to admit it or not. Whatever our place is to be in the world, it must be a place we can claim with honesty, not one we slip into on the basis of a lie.

The current of memory carried her along, futher, futher. This time, she didn't resist.

Blame keeps us stuck in the past. Responsibility paves the path for a better future.

Blame keeps us stuck in the past. Responsibility paves the path for a better future. Blame

I had spent so much of life being afraid or living the memory of being afraid.

Forgiveness allows us to live in the sunlight of the present, not the darkness of the past. Forgiveness alone, of all our human actions, opens up the world to the miracle of infinite possibility.

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory.

Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.