Quotes About Yesterday

Yesterday is not a milestone that has been passed, but a daystone on the beaten track of the years, and irremediably part of us, within us, heavy and dangerous. We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.

Yesterday shall be tomorrow, riddle me that my rapparee.

She got me logged in, which was a suspicous amount of help and attention from a Detective Inspector, and explained the priority codes to me. 'Officially, low means we want it within a week,' said Stephanopoulos. 'Medium is five days and high priority is three.' 'And really?' I asked. 'Today, now and 'I want it bloody yesterday.

They say time will make all this go away. But it's time that's taken my tomorrow, and turned them into yesterday.

INTRODUCTION The very acute and lively Spanish critic who signs himself Clarin, and is known personally as Don Leopoldo Alas, says the present Spanish novel has no yesterday, but only a day-before-yesterday.

One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.

We all have our pasts. I suspect we keep them nebulous not because we are hiding from our yesterdays but because we think we will cut more romantic figures if we roll our eyes and dispense delicate hints about beautiful women forever beyond our reaches. Those men whose stories I have uprooted are running from the law, not a tragic love affair.

One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.

Yesterday I went home with him and we did the usual things. I haven't the nerve to put them down, but I'd like to, because now when I'm writing it's already tomorrow and I'm afraid of getting to the end of yesterday. As long as I go on writing, yesterday is today and we are still together

now when I'm writing it's already tomorrow and I'm afraid of getting to the end of yesterday. As long as I go on writing, yesterday is today and we are still together.

His memories were like pieces of furniture in an empty house whose previous owner had shrouded them in dust sheets. Until yesterday he'd tried to tear the dust sheets off. Today he was afraid they might be concealing some terrible truth

Just yesterday, a leader from yesterday began a campaign for president by promising to take us back to yesterday. Yesterday is over and we're never going back. - Senator Marco Rubio

It has taken many years for the game of go to initiate me into the freedom of slipping between yesterday, today, and tomorrow. From one stone to the next, from black to white, the thousands of stones have ended up building a bridge far into the infinite expanse of China.

When things happen - you ask yourself why today, why not tomorrow, why not yesterday? That's the most amazing thing about time.

But our minds are bound to the yardstick of yesterday, today and tomorrow, and with that yardstick we try to inquire into the unknown, to measure that which is not measurable.

They say time will make all this go away. But it's time that's taken my tomorrow, and turned them into yesterday.

Today can be better than the worse of yesterdays, but tomorrow can never replace the best of yesterdays.

it is always yesterday, tomorrow, and 3 years ago today. It is always your birthday. It is always the future, the present, and the past. It is always eternity that will last.

A thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past and as a watch in the night.

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep.      We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,      Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,      The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;      Nought may endure but mutability!

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, concieve, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but mutability!

It is a terrible mistake to put the rifles of tomorrow into the hands of the ignorance of yesterday.

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!