Best 10290 quotes in «past quotes» category

The only way to predict the future is to create it. You don't let it happen. You make it happen. How? Stop regretting the past and start learning from it. Let go of guilt by leaning into God's grace. Quit beating yourself up and let the Spirit of God heal your heart. You cannot divorce yourself from the past. You are married to it forever. But God wants to reconcile your past by redeeming it. God is in the recycling business; He makes recycled goods out of wasted lives.

The opposite of a correct statement is an incorrect statement. The opposite of a profound truth is another profound truth (Niels Bohr)." By this, he means that we require a larger reading of the human past, of our relations with each other, the universe and God, a retelling of our older tales to encompass many truths and to let us grow with change.

The passing of time may not change anything within us and can never erase something of our past

The past and future are what's complicated. It's the present that's simple.

The past doesn't exist. There is nothing to be sorry for. Today is when we start to live. Look... look at the sea. The sea has no past. It is just there. It will never ask us to explain. The stars, the moon are there to light our way, to shine for us. What do they care what might have happened in the past? They are accompanying us, and are happy with that; can you see them shine? The stars are twinkling in the sky; would they do that if the past mattered? Wouldn't there be a huge storm if God wanted to punish us? We are alone, you and I, with no past, no memories, no guilt, nothing that can stand in the way of... our love.

The past has come apart events are vagueing the future is inexploitable

The past, if there is such a thing, is mostly empty space, great expanses of nothing, in which significant persons and events float. Nigeria was like that for me: mostly forgotten, except for those few things that I remembered with an outsize intensity. These were the things that had been solidified in my mind by reiteration, that recurred in dreams and daily thoughts: certain faces, certain conversations, which, taken as a group, represented a secure version of the past that I had been constructing since 1992. But there was another, irruptive, sense of things past. The sudden reencounter in the present, of something or someone long forgotten, some part of myself I had relegated to childhood and to Africa.

The past informs the present.

...the passage of time, which transformed the volatile present into that finished, unalterable painting called the past, a canvas man always executed blindly, with erratic brushstrokes that only made sense when one stepped far enough away from it to be able to admire it as a whole. -pg. 19

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

The past informs our present and our future.

The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future. It's depressing if you spend too much time reliving old joys. You think you'll never have anything as good again.

The past became a long, razor-sharp skewer that stabbed right through his heart. Silent silver pain shot through him, transforming his spine to a pillar of ice. The pain remained, unabated. He held his breath, shut his eyes tight, enduring the agony.

The past cannot hurt you. It’s all in your head.

The past has a way of catching up with you.

The past is a hotel. You can visit any time; enjoy the view. But you can't live there. The cost is to high.

The past is always beautiful. So, for that matter, is the future. Only the present hurts, and we carry it around like an abscess of suffering, our compassion between two infinities of happiness and peace.

The past is as easy to travel into as turning the pages of a book...

The past is bound to be fragmentary, bound to be reconstructed, bound to be reinvented. It serves only to collect the truths of today. If our present is the child of the past, our past is the child of the present. And the future will be the harvester of our bastard offspring.

The past is dust. It disappears behind us. There is no way back.

The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future.

The past and the future are tools of the ego that render us finite. Without our judgments about the past (memories) and without our judgments about the future (expectations), there is only the Here and Now, the eternal present, the timeless time of the Oneness.

The past and the present are after all so close, so almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like some of those heavenly bodies scientists tell us of.

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

The past doesn't exist. It's just a story we tell ourselves. And stories change each time you tell them.

The past haunts the present in mores ways than we realize. It certainly scares the living daylights out of me.

the past is a liar full of promises it can't keep but like a foolish first love you keep going back to it

The past is a tricky thing. Sometimes it's etched in stone. And other times, it's rendered in soft memories. But if you meddle too long in deep, dark things... Who knows what monsters you'll awaken?

The past embraces the future The future embraces the past They are both intertwined Linked in all eternity

The past/future can't be changed! The things which are written to happen, they can't be skipped.

The past has great treasure. The present has extraordinary riches. The future has exponential wealth.

The past is a novel, written by Fate, weaving the same themes: love and its glory, hate and its prisoners, the soul and its price. Our decisions become narratives: fated choices that unknowably change the course of the living river. In the present, where decisions and connections are made, Fate waits on the riverbank of Story, leaving us to our mistakes and miracles, because it’s our will alone that leads us to one or the other.

The past is behind us," said Boudicca,"but the difficulty there is we keep looking over our shoulders.

The past is dangerous, not least because it cannot go away. It is simply there, never to change, and in its constancy it reflects the eternity of God. It presents to the young mind a vast field of fascination, of war and peace, loyalty and treason, invention and folly, bitter twists of fate and sweet poetic justice. When that past is the past of one's people or country or church, then the danger is terrible indeed, because then the past makes claims upon our honor and allegiance. Then it knocks at the door, saying softly, "I am still here." And then our plans for social control—for inducing the kind of amnesia that has people always hankering after what is supposed to be new, without asking inconvenient questions about where the desirable thing has come from and where it will take us—must fail. For a man with a past may be free; but a man without a past, never.

The past is far behind. If you still want to look at it, you will painfully stretch your neck muscles. Don't live in the past, leave the past, but learn from it.

The past is never a mistake if you have learnt from it. I have learnt never to trust someone so much that it hurts your expectations.

The past is already documented and the present is taking shape with every moment, but the future is always in-view.

The past is but an untraceable footfall It appears in intervals and pushes us back in time, In those moments of grief and then suddenly vanishes. It’s often dark and ruthless. It baffles our thoughts and seizes our peace of mind. By making us recollect our failures, our buried expectations And our shattered dreams It only gives way to fleeting tears, leaving us with fruitless guilt. It wrecks our present and ruins our future And thus should be left where it is meant to be It should be left behind …

The past is called the past for a reason. If you are constantly looking behind you, your eyes aren't on the road ahead. You don't drive the car that way, so why should you live your life that way?

The past is gold. The present is diamonds. The future is rubies. Eternity is a priceless treasure.

The past is no illusion. The universe is additive. / Die Vergangenheit ist keine Illusion. Das Universum ist additiv.

The past is rich history. The present is sacred inscription. The future is yet to be written.

The past is the past. It’s the present we should worry about.

The past wasn’t a guest you could ask to leave when you tired of its company. No, the past put up its feet and meant to stay.

The past is history, the future is a mystery, and this moment is a gift. That is why this moment is called the 'present.

The past is inside your mind. The present is inside your heart. The future is inside your soul.

The past is in your bosom. The present is in your lap. The future is in your hands.

The past is material, the future is possibility.

the past is so hard to shift. It comes with us like a chaperon, standing between us and the newness of the present - the new chance.

The past is your teacher. The present is your opportunity. The future is your reward.