Past Quotes - Page 9

Your past does not define you but what does is who you are now and what your AIMING to BECOME!

One must judiciously retrospect not just his actions but also reactions of the other in order to arrive at a sensible conclusion. The primary fallacy is that you're assuming that the other is functioning out of awareness - which is falsity and this further aggrevates the mental agony, driving you farther from reality. Watch on!

To rid oneself of the past is to forgo the future...

Leave off sniffing the carcass of your old life-do you enjoy unending pain? There is no shame in walking away from bones. Nor is there any special wisdom in injuring oneself over and over. What is your loyalty to that pain? To abandon it will not lessen you.

Dwelling on the past only defeated her chances for changing the future.

There are events in one's life which, no matter how remote, never fade from memory

You can't let the past ruin your future, I changed over in my mind.

The truth is, Everyone was taken before, What hurts is that, sometimes they are imprisoned with their past.

There is no shame in having been the woman I was. She made me the woman I am.

Don't use your past history as an excuse to be miserable. Use your past as a testament to show the world just how far you have come.

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!

Past data should only be used as a learning and not as a base for setting future goals

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

The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.

What we wish upon the future is very often the image of some lost, imagined past.

The longer you live in the past, the less future you have to enjoy.

But, the stultifying lingo aside, the question I raise is a vital one for us all, we are all stuck with trying to find the meaning of our lives, and the only thing we have to work on, or with, is our past.

Why slum it where people were burdened by yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that? By history? Here, on the Island, they had learnt how to deal with history, how to sling it carelessly on your back and stride out across the download with the breeze in your face.

At the end of almost every AA meeting, someone read the Promises. One of these was 'We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it'. Dan thought he would always regret the past, but he had quit trying to shut the door. Why bother, when it would just come open again? The fucking had no latch, let alone a lock.

Who you are in Christ is far more important and meaningful than what has taken place in your past.

Every time we choose our past over our present we kill our future.

I missed my mother and Elysius. It wasn't that I wanted them with me at that very moment. I wanted them in the past. I wanted to have back just one sunny afternoon together.

It isn't as important to feel great about all the things we do. But how we feel toward the end when we look back at everything we've done.

Life was about loss. One minute standing on the promise of your dreams, then free-falling backward into nothingness. Is this what it meant to grow old? To gradually be stripped of all you cared about. And then what? Were you supposed to spend the rest of your life, dreaming about the past while you waited to die? Or did you start a new life, set the cycle in motion once again. Take the chance of losing that, too. And if you did, what happened to the old life? Did it die away from lack of attention?

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

you don't need to go that far in the future, you just have to go 2000 years ago,

It’s not that I can’t remember. It’s that I prefer not to remember, which means that I prefer not to remember what not remembering did to me the last time I did it.

Let's not go into the past.

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.

In a certain sense the past is far more real, or at any rate more stable, more resilient than the present. The present slips and vanishes like sand between the fingers, acquiring material weight, only in its recollection.

The past, has been erased; the present, forgiven; and the future, redeemed.

Future never desires to become a past.

Learn from the past, log the lessons from the past, butleave the past!

The only thing new in the world is the history you do not know.

Fallen flowers can't climb back. If the root is strong, we can expect new flowers. Don't think too much about the 'lost' past. Just love the present & live for the future. From the tree, I learn, Make your roots strong. There will never be shortage of flowers

Where would we be without it, memory? Well, it'll never die here. Never in this country. We feed it too well.

Children are our future. Unfortunately, we are their past.

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new...I breathe in, am in love and alive...

Dear past, I survived you. Dear present, I’m ready for you. Dear future, I’m coming for you.

Do you realize that the past, starting from yesterday, has been actually abolished? If it survives anywhere, it's in a few solid objects with no words attached to them, like that lump of glass there. Already we know almost literally nothing about the Revolution and the years before the Revolution. Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street and building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And that process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the party is always right.

It’s quite certain there are places to which the whole past is as though attached, on which are traced in secret letters for people who are centuries removed from us their thoughts, their will…

Laine slowly rolled out of bed. The queen size was one of the few new things in the house. But now, even the new bed felt tainted. It was an inner-spring monument to lies, a petri dish of mendacity she had shared with her faithless husband, and shared now with creeping dreams that flew from the light but left harsh scratches and diseased black feathers. Laine promised herself that, as soon as, she could, she would rid herself of this house, this bed, her clothes, her jewelry - everything but the flesh she lived in. She would scrub herself clean and flee to start a new life whose first and only commandment would be: Never let thyself be lied to again.

When people complain me that, they suffer a lot my answer will be the same forget your past, live with present and don't wait for your future.

The great times were never as great as they seem in the rearview mirror.

Don’t judge people for their success or what they have today, when you don’t know their past.

Sometimes, at the least opportune times, the past is an insomniac, alive and well.

Psychology has a long past, yet its real history is short.

Just because the past didn't turn out like you wanted it to, doesn't mean the future can't be better than you ever imagined.

The whole of eternity is present now. We apprehend eternity through our senses and mental imagination. We can never recapture lost time. Memory allows us to taste the scintillating experience of living by recollecting our past in a series of sequential personal events and an orderly arrangement of a linked series of cultural happenings. Writing our personal story calls for us to remember the sensation of what it entails to live tactilely before losing lucidity of the mind.

Truth as a time coordinate; truth lives in the past, the future is uncertain.Truth as a scale coordinate; truth lives in the macro world, the micro world is uncertain.Truth lives in the macro past and uncertainty lives in the micro future.

One couldn’t be selective when remembering the past. Ignore the turmoil, chaos and pain – and the truly great memories would not shine with such luster.

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn't be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths with it as it walked out of my life...

We have inherited new difficulties because we have inherited more privileges.

Weep no more lady weep no more Thy sorrow is in vain For violets plucked the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again.

History was once the future, the future will create history.

History was not simply a catalogue of the dead and buried and benighted, but rather a vast new world to be pioneered; ...if you approached the past generously, so to speak—its people as humans, not facts, as modern in their time as we were in ours, who thought and felt as we do, the dead would live again, our equals, not our old-fashioned, hopelessly unenlightened, and backward inferiors. Humanity, to be fully known, had to be seen as changeless as well as ever changing.

Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were.

If I could remove one thing from the world and replace it with something else, I would erase politics and put art in its place. That way, art teachers would rule the world. And since art is the most supreme form of love, beautiful colors and imagery would weave bridges for peace wherever there are walls. Artists, who are naturally heart-driven, would decorate the world with their love, and in that love — poverty, hunger, lines of division, and wars would vanish from the earth forever. Children of the earth would then be free to play, imagine, create, build and grow without bloodshed, terror and fear.

photographs are very interesting, and you can look into them a million times and still find a new meaning in them, something in the past that was caught in the film itself…