Past Quotes - Page 5

The world's history is constant like the laws of nature and simple like the souls of men.

After establishing anything as the absolute truth, its’ conclusion is reached. It doesn’t have to be established as the truth again. What is proven as the eternal established truth for past, present and future is known as the Principle [Siddhant].

Anachronism is not the inconsequential juxtaposition of epochs, but rather their inter-penetration, like the telescoping legs of a tripod, a series of tapering structures. Since it's quite far from one end to the other they can be opened out like an accordion; but they can also be stacked inside one another like Russian dolls, where the walls around time periods are extremely close to one another. The people of other centuries hear our phonographs blaring, and through the walls of time we see them raising their hands towards the deliciously prepared meal.

Who hurt you?" she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table. "He's dead," said Charles, his hand sliding up Anna's back reassuringly. "I killed him. If I could, I would bring him back to life so I could kill him again.

This moment has nothing to do with the last one unless you choose the past to continue.

As exciting, difficult, and memorable as our past can be, there comes a time when we have to get on with living.

Anyone who wishes to destroy humanity's past, desires to destroy its future.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

Let your strength from the pastprovide proof of your abilities to . . .conquer the difficulties of the present.

Fortunate are the people whose roots are deep.

The good old days were never that good believe me. The good new days are today and better days are coming tomorrow. Our greatest songs are still unsung.

Looking repeatedly into the past you do not necessarily become fascinated with your own life but rather with the phenomenon of memory.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on the flower, you know that it is not at all what you sought to capture, that that moment has fled forever.

Those who have hurt you in the past cannot continue to hurt you now unless you hold on to the pain through resentment.

He could not afford to indulge misery, to live in the past and stumble through life facing backwards.

Man can never go backwards, but his past can light the way for his journey.

There is no point in using the word 'impossible' to describe something that has clearly happened.

Don't judge the past by the standards of today. It won't work. They're incompatible.

If I let the past and my goals be the only thing that drives me in life, I will never know the meaning of being happy.

Memories do not change, and change is the law of existence. If our dead, the closest, the most beloved, were to return to us after a long absence and instead of the old, familiar trees were to find in our souls English gardens and stone walls -- that is to say, other loves, other tastes, other interests, they would gaze upon us sadly and tenderly for a moment, wiping away their tears, and then return to their tombs to rest.

Looking backwardsHas never been my endeavorLost passions… bruised emotionsNever distressed me.

Through dreams and ideas we are seduced to go back to particular places and instances of our past. In the course of the years, these singular moments and spaces of our history very often receive then another color and dimension. Our mind tries however to tame and keep in control the phantoms of times past. If not so, our memory can be subject to an irreversible mutilation. ( "The mutilated memory" )

Animals died when their time came, and meanwhile they didn't bother with clothes, or go to war, or get drunk, or judge other animals by there look. They didn't get afraid unless there was something to be afraid of. She herself came apart with terror over something she couldn't define or understand. She didn't get afraid of something. She just got terrified> Filled with anxiety. For no reason. For no reason she could name. Would name.Animals didn't look back with shivering shame at things in their past. They didn't quake at the thought of what lay ahead. They didn't try to make it into clique and feel sick with humiliation because they couldn't make it.

If you're stuck in the past, you go forward in reverse

You can never really know where exactly people are looking at! At the place they are staring at? Or at their past? Or at their future?

Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present.

The idea of the past is as useless as the idea of the future. Both could be invoked by anybody about anything. There is never any more beauty than there is now. There is no more joy or sorrow or wonder than there is now, nor perfection, nor any more evil nor any more good than there is now.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

All I trust is the past. Things that have ended can't betray me.

What our parents tell us when we are small seldom goes ignored, no matter how foolish it may be

...the dreamlike, bombastic wish to stand once again at that point in my life and be able to take a completely different direction than the one that has made me who I am now... To sit once more on the warm moss and hold the cap - it's the absurd wish to go back behind myself in time and take myself - the only marked by events - along on this journey.

Sometimes you want to change the past by going from the future in the past. But sometimes you find that everything which you have done, it's not better but it becomes worst but why?(11.22.63 - Better Check it out!)

Provide for her Future—if you can!—That's my motto!—But a man's just a plain bum who don't provide for his own Past!

Why should I forget the past experienced? I can only let go of the pain.

We are victims of our history and our present. They place too many obstacles in the way of love. And we cannot enjoy even our differences in peace.

Frustration and Love can’t exist in the same place at the same time, so get real and start doing what you would rather be doing in life. Love your life. All of it. Even the heavy shit that happened to you when you were 8. All of it was and IS perfect.

Therefore, the places in which we have experienced daydreaming reconstitute themselves in a new daydream, and it is because our memories of former dwelling-places are relived as day-dreams that these dwelling-places of the past remain in us for all time.

Your choices are the reason you are who you are today. When you look back, maybe thinking you shouldn't have done a particular thing, don't stay there. Live for this very moment. After all, this moment is what really matters, your past has come and gone. Move on,

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying, 'You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.

The faculty of memory cannot be separated from the imagination. They go hand in hand. To one degree or another, we all invent our personal pasts. And for most of us those pasts are built from emotionally colored memories.

Rarely did events play out as imagined, in any case. The order of future events was transient. In the same way that the past was reconfigured by selective memory, future events, too, were moving targets. One could only act on instinct, grab hold of an intuited perfect moment, and spring into action.

You must confront your past. At some time or other you must confront your past. It doesn't flash before your eyes, I knew that, but it's always there. We are our past. There is nothing else, and none of it can be undone.

Some things belong to the past.

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.

I demolish my bridges behind me ... then there is no choice but forward.

Putting the past behind you isn't like stuffing something in the back of a drawer or trimming a loose thread. The past has a life of its own.

A man's memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past according to his interest in the present.

The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present.

One could only learn from the past and move on through the present to make a better future.

We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic - now mercifully stilled, thank God - might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before.

When you can see your life in retrospect, the romanticism of how good things once were gives way to the reality that positives and negatives comprise every day and every decade. (235)

My sense of the past is vivid and slow. I hear every sign and see every shadow.

Trying to rewrite the past was a child's game, a pointless, ridiculous child's game no one ever won.

Only the writers can change or fix the past by going back to edit old works

America is a great country. We have a lot to be proud of, and a lot to look forward to being proud of. But let's not ever forget to look back into the past, learn from it, and embrace it, for to deny the past is a dark path to go down.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Present, rather than past, is the mother of future. So, your future must take after your present. But if it resembles more your past, the granny must be a slut!

No yesterdays are ever wasted for those who give themselves to today.

The past is made out of facts... I guess the future is just hope.