Past - Quotes
If you can`t let go of the past, the mistakes you`ve made will eat you alive.
Men who think that a woman`s past love affairs lessen her love for them are usually stupid and weak.
We worry about the future and think about the past. And we so often miss what`s right in front of us.
When your worst fears are fulfilled when everything you expect is gone, something is still driving us to fix the past or get into the future. When the only thing we should pay attention to is the present. And to the many possibilities of the present.
Any day you wake up and your body`s still moving is a good day. You can start over. You can forget your past mistakes.
We can start over. Every day, we get second chances to become who we always wanted to be. We can leave our past behind or we can learn from it and honor it. We can decide. It`s never too late to change.
The past, where you came from, that`s important, but it is not as important as the future and where you`re going.
Shallow men speak of the past; wise men of the present and fools of the future.
When you forgive, you in no way change the past - but you sure do change the future.
When you realize the value of all life, you dwell less on what is past and concentrate more on the preservation of the future.
It is obviously impossible to live in the present. The brain-computer has no program for it. That we live in the past and in the future, in memories and hopes, in past accomplishments and plans for the future, is based on one of those odd laws of the human psyche.
The one who forgives never brings up the past to that person`s face. When you forgive, it`s like it never happened. True forgiveness is complete and total.
Our present swarms with traces of our past. We are histories of ourselves, narratives. I am not this momentary mass of flesh reclined on the sofa typing the letter a on my laptop; I am my thoughts full of the traces of the phrases that I am writing; I am my mother`s caresses, and the serene kindness with which my father calmly guided me; I am my adolescent travels; I am what my reading has deposited in layers in my mind; I am my loves, my moments of despair, my friendships, what I`ve written, what I`ve heard; the faces engraved on my memory. I am, above all, the one who a minute ago made a cup of tea for himself. The one who a moment ago typed the word "memory" into his computer. The one who just composed the sentence that I am now completing. If all this disappeared, would I still exist? I am this long, ongoing novel. My life consists of it.
The difference between past and future, between cause and effect, between memory and hope, between regret and intention... in the elementary laws that describe the mechanisms of the world, there is no such difference.
That which seems intuitive to us now is the result of scientific and philosophical elaborations in the past.