My Past Quotes
Love doesn't hurt, love doesn't cut, and in dark times love doesn't cease.Love heals, love seals, it drains out the world and leaves you with peace.
She had learned to live light because life itself could be heavy enough.
All the faces on the photographs have changed, To not confuse it all, the names remain the same
All you have is today. Never mourn for tomorrow that is past and gone. You don’t deserve to starve today of its pleasure and treasure. Feel happy!
A great mystery lies in the repetition and continuity of the renewal of that which is past. Culture perpetuates itself in memory and the big job is the reawakening of memory.
Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them 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)
The past informs the present. Memory makes the map we carry, no matter how hard we try to erase it.
Do you remember those days? Back porch, sunshine, mason jars" - she paused at remembered sweetness - "we were so foolish then...thinking there was a big ol' world out there to conquer.
The halcyon days of childhood, a time when everything lay open before him, when the most minor episodes could be construed as events and every chance encounter … gave rise to fresh insights.
The arrow of time obscures memory of both past and future circumstance with innumerable fallacies, the least trivial of which is perception.
Of what use was memory anyway than as a template for one's most reassuring self-deceptions!
I told her I was not sure I could bear living with memories, she said, Look up at the stars, look, they are not there, what you see is the memory of what once was, once upon a time.
Memory was a slippery thing—slick moss on an unstable slope—and it was ever so easy to lose one’s footing and fall
Where would we be without it, memory? Well, it'll never die here. Never in this country. We feed it too well.
Now when the flowers are in full bloom, It is the ashes from the past that hidden loom.
We are all swimmers before the dawn of oxygen and earth. We all carry the memory of that breathable blue past.
There are events in one's life which, no matter how remote, never fade from memory
When time furtively slips like sand through the fingers and our memory becomes tired and lazy, we recognize we are at war. We are at war with forgetfulness. ("The past was her best friend" )
No person can walk all alone because to walk all alone one must have no memories at all from the past!
The receding perspective of my past smothers my present. Remembering is the malignancy that feasts on my now.
It would cut into him at unpredictable moments, like a gutting knife made of colored light.
Happiness is like good health: when you have it, you don’t notice it. But as the years go by, oh, the memories, the memories of happiness past!
Bad days my memory functions no better than an out-of-focus kaleidoscope, but other days me recall is painfully perfect.
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.
Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.
To articulate what is past does not mean to recognize “how it really was.” It means to take control of a memory, as it flashes in a moment of danger.
It is more than just memory, I think, that binds us to the past. The past is the place we view the present from as much as the other way around...
The past, which as always did not know the future, acted in ways that ask tobe imagined before they are condemned. Or even simplified.
But it is always easy to put together stories about a past which nobody any longer remembers, like those about journeys to countries where nobody has ever been.
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
I would have no need for the Memory Of Things past if those which were Present were more agreeable
She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.
The past is a hotel. You can visit any time
Everyone has their invisible cloak of all things past.
The Englishman left months ago, Hana, he's with the Bedouin or in some English garden with its phlox and shit.
sometimes the past is the best memories you lived ever cause it'll never repeat again
Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road.