Quotes About Past

and time becomes a forgotten detail.

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

Memories are short. It is the forgetting that I fear.

It was a once upon a time world that used to be.

These were the places that Ama described in her stories, places where all the children of the tribe would be princes and princesses and their stomachs always full. It was a once-upon-a-time world that used to be. In

Memories are short. It is the forgetting I fear.

I slipped beneath the water, scrubbing my scalp, wishing hot water could wash away not just dirt, but these past days too.

The past has its own plans. And more often than not, the past finds a way into the here and now.

The moment was like a tear in the fabric of their love play; underneath, the dark waters of past and future anguish lent poignancy to everything they said and did.

It should not be a surprise, even if it is not expected, if a shadow dances among the leaves, a face appears (or seems to), even a community of phantoms from the past. Here you will find answers, questions, and a host of stories.

The Past is Experience, Thats All You Got to Learn From.

because the belief system has no doubt led to success in the past, so it will fight back with many varieties of self-fulfilling prophecies.

they play fast and loose with both historical fact and traditional religious interpretation in order to understand their past as they believe it must be understood

We started off, he and I, and the girl between us. She shivered as the cold struck her; he pulled the sheepskins higher, and put his arm with a fold of his cloak about her shoulders. I felt a sudden rush of the past upon me; for a moment grief pierced me like a winter night; yet it came to me like an old grief, I had suffered it long since and now it was behind me.

Sent to the Monk" Night falls and the empty intimacy of the whole world fills my heart to frothing. The past has trudged to this one spot and falls into the stream, its flashlight in its mouth. Ancient tears beneath the surface rise and scatter like carp, while an ivory hairpin floats away like a loose tooth going back in time. Columbia Poetry Review. Spring 2014

The past is only the present become invisible and mute and because it is invisible and mute, its memoried glances and it's murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.

Epictetus tells us that regret is a waste of our emotional energy. We cannot change the past—it is outside of our control. We can, and should, learn from it, but the only situations we can do something about are those happening here and now.

questa tendenza a ricordare male il passato uno dei motivi principali per cui ci sembra che oggi le cose vadano peggio.

A las 17:30, se acabó . En el reloj de tu corazón, la aguja pequeña jamás volverá a subir a las doce».

No amount of regret can change the past; no amount of fear can prevent the future.

The past is a closed door, the present is an open one, and the future is an approaching one.

Your worst past was preparation for your best future.

The past remains hidden in clouds of memory.

I love you Kaname-sama. You are the beginning of of my world, and everything in that world...So even if I couldn't remember my past...I wasn't scared