Best 10290 quotes in «past quotes» category

Love is circumstantial; we can love anyone if need be; and losing the one we love is the singular catastrophe. Time does not heal it. Every present moment yearns for even the roughest past.

Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same.

Love rules over the past, over the present, over the future, and over eternity. Love rules over all.

Love should make you better not bitter.

Madre mía, cuántos castillos en el aire hacíamos, escribió Micha más tarde. La situación habría podido seguir así enternamente. Era como para vomitar sin pausa, pero nosotros nos divertíamos a lo grande. Éramos todos tan listos, tan leídos, teníamos tanto interés..., pero el resultado era estúpido. Nos precipitábamos hacia el futuro, pero éramos tan del pasado... Dios mío, qué ridículos éramos, y ni siquiera nos dábamos cuenta.

magic can make things happen before you do it. It can make things have happened.

Mais nous croyons que l'esprit reconstruit ses souvenirs sous la pression de la société. . . que celle-ci le détermine à transfigurer ainsi le passé . . // But we believe that the mind reconstructs its memories under the pressure of society. . . that this causes the mind to transfigure the past . . .

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

Many of our problems are broadly similar to those that undermined ... Norse Greenland, and that many other past societies also struggled to solve. Some of those past societies failed (like the Greenland Norse) and others succeeded ... The past offers us a rich database from which we can learn in order that we may keep on succeeding.

Many people are unable to prepare for the future because they are too busy reliving the past.

Many past mistakes paves the road to future discoveries.

Many years afterwards, we attempt to solve puzzles that were not mysteries at the time and we try to decipher half-obliterated letters from a language that is too old and whose alphabet we don't even know.

Marry your future, court your present; divorce your past.

Maskini hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati uliyopita. Tajiri hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati unaokuja.

Maskini na tajiri wana mawazo tofauti. Maskini hudhani utajiri ni chanzo cha matatizo. Tajiri hudhani umaskini ni chanzo cha matatizo. Maskini hudhani ubinafsi ni kitu kibaya. Tajiri hudhani ubinafsi ni kitu kizuri. Maskini ana mawazo ya kupata pesa bila kufanya kazi. Tajiri ana mawazo ya kupata pesa kwa kufanya kazi. Maskini hudhani tajiri ana tabia ya kuringa. Tajiri hupenda kuzungukwa na watu sahihi wenye mawazo sawa na ya kwake. Maskini hutengeneza pesa kwa kufanya kazi asizozipenda. Tajiri hutengeneza pesa kwa kufanya kazi anazozipenda. Maskini hudhani kuwa tajiri lazima usome sana. Tajiri hudhani kuwa tajiri si lazima usome sana. Maskini hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati uliyopita. Tajiri hutamani mambo mazuri ya wakati unaokuja. Maskini huamini ili uwe tajiri lazima ufanye kitu fulani. Tajiri huamini ili uwe tajiri lazima uwe kitu fulani. Maskini hupenda kuburudishwa kuliko kuelimishwa. Tajiri hupenda kuelimishwa kuliko kuburudishwa. Maskini ana woga. Tajiri hana woga. Maskini hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kupambana na maisha. Tajiri hufundisha watoto wake jinsi ya kuwa matajiri. Maskini hana nidhamu ya mapato na matumizi. Tajiri ana nidhamu ya mapato na matumizi. Maskini hufanya kazi kwa bidii kupata pesa. Tajiri hutumia pesa kupata pesa. Maskini ni mdogo kuliko matatizo yake. Tajiri ni mkubwa kuliko matatizo yake. Maskini huamini unahitaji pesa kupata pesa. Tajiri huamini utapata pesa kwa kutumia pesa za wengine. Maskini ana wivu wa chuki. Tajiri ana wivu wa maendeleo. Fikiri kama anavyofikiri tajiri. Ukifikiri tofauti na anavyofikiri tajiri, utakufa maskini.

Maturity is the ability to live fully and equally in multiple contexts; most especially, the ability, despite our grief and losses, to courageously inhabit the past the present and the future all at once.

Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date—one that you can’t see until she tells you she’s leaving, and then she’s gone.

…Maybe I’ll be watching super-8 home videos,” Alecto told her, smiling bleakly. “I love my super-8 camera, it’s an Eastman Kodak one… Kodak stopped manufacturing them, the world went digital and now Kodak has stopped making Kodachrome film and all kinds of traditional film products… it’s sad.” “Well, uh… well, have fun watching your home movies then,” Mandy finished, but she didn’t have the slightest idea what he was talking about.

Meditation is the only way to get in the 0.1%. Without it, there is no way to stay in control and exploit the power of the present moment. Without it, we all spend much of our journeys wandering off in the past or the future, where life is nothing but a distant memory or wishful thinking.

Maybe the problem with holding onto memories so tightly is that they don’t allow us to make room for the future. Maybe the gentle decay of the past is a blessing that dulls the sharp blade of regret, allowing the possibility of rebirth.

Mayhap it was not wise to question God's plans; mayhap he had been meant to live, to seek this justice, to serve some purpose. The past was the past. And the future...

May mga bagay sa nakaraan na kusa mo nalang naaalala kasi nakasanayan mo na at hanggang ngayon di mo pa rin ito nalilimutan.

Memories! They always hurt and I always wonder about them. However, they scare me in all their forms. They, eventually, make you lose your interest in the future and in the present. Good memories stir your bitter eagerness. Bad memories charge you with grudge and guilt. Having none invites regrets. Let me ignore them, Mitchell. My story made me that Norina, this is the product of my life. Every day is a story.. I don’t wish to waste my energy on the past.

Memory, therefore, not simply as the resurrection of one’s private past, but an immersion in the past of others, which is to say: history - which one both participates in and is a witness to, is a part of and apart from. Everything, therefore, is present in his mind at once, as if each element were reflecting the light of all the others, and at the same time emitting its own unique and unquenchable radiance.

Memories are aches; they are the laughter Smiles of time flee to seize the hereafter

Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is therefore rather dim and poetic.

Maybe you've gotten through something and when you did you thought, I am leaving that behind and will never return. And that's a great way of thinking...for selfish jerks. If we actually care about people other than ourselves, we can't leave our problems behind and never return. If we don't take the freedom we've experienced and try to bring it to others, we are not becoming people worth becoming.

Meditation takes you out of your mind and possibly into the future, negative thoughts are quicksands that keeps you glued to your past.

Memory, instead of being a duplicate, always present before one's eyes, of the various events of one's life, is rather a void from which at odd moments a chance resemblance enables ones to resuscitate dead recollections, but even then, there are innumerable little details which have not fallen into that potential reservoir of memory, and which will remain for ever unverifiable.

Memory is an imaginal constellation of past and present that generates a new experience. Memory is not the storing of the past, but the storying of the present. -Lynda Sexson

Memph, we all have our ghosts. We just have to learn how to live with them and survive.

Memories are great strings to play violin within.

Memories tell me who I was, not who I’ll become. They don’t fix the present any more than they fix the past.

Memory had a habit of erasing, leaving only the most necessary.

Mindfulness helps you understand that the past is gone, can’t be changed and all the lessons are already learned.

Most of us are so enthralled with the scary tigers in our minds--our stories of loneliness, rejection, grief--that we don't realize they are in the past. They can't hurt us anymore.

Moving on is not about forgetting the past; it’s about learning from it. Find the message in the mess…Cry. Forgive. Learn. That’s moving on.

Mother is gone. When one person is missing from the table, the whole world feels empty, hollow, echoing with voices of the past. All of us, from that time, have changed. Love is so short.

Mr. Rawlings is a man of his word. The problem was, he made two different promises and he felt honored to keep them both. He hoped that by fulfilling one, in a different than expected way, he may have the chance to rectify the other.

Music forecasts the past, recalls the future. Now and then the difference falls away, and in one simple gift of circling sound, the ear solves the scrambled cryptogram. One abiding rhythm, present and always, and you’re free.

MOTHER TIME: The past is always with us, dear, for better or worse. It is what it is and you can't change it. All you can do is learn how to live with it in the present.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.

My ancestors are on Stromboli, while yours, dear reader, came from another island, another village or another place. What we share is a past that is awaiting our voyage of discovery.

My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap.

My father used to say that when he was growing up the water was clear and there were tons of fireflies everywhere... He felt sorry for the kids growing up today... But it is really beautiful... Time will just keep on passing... we'll get old... and look back on the past. I hope we can always say... how great things were.

My heart was in my mouth. I realised that I had no desire to know any more about her past. What was behind her made me feel sick, petrified. Only the future mattered now.

My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past

My mind has a time machine; it can travel back to the past when I close my eyes and in my dreams it travels to the future.

My expectations for the future? A beautiful past.