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Sabemos que el pasado, el presente y el porvenir ya están, minucia por minucia, en la profética mente de Dios, en Su eternidad; lo extraño es que los hombres puedan mirar, indefinidamente, hacia atrás pero no hacia adelante.

Sarah’. She had thought they had thrown that bit of history into the trash, and the trash into the incinerator. But apparently ‘Sarah’ had only been thrown into a plastic bag and left in the closet under the bathroom sink, where the packet gathered mold and fungus and slowly acquired a signature stink. That stench was now slowly escaping from between the gap of the doors and the bathroom floor. Sarah was Siddharth’s ex.

Scars we have today are the constant reminder of our past. They are our auto energizer in our journey toward the future. No need to fear the scars.

Shadows go in front of you, leading into your future, and trail behind you, leaving a part of you in the past. They are clearest when we are in the light, and disappear when we lose ourselves in darkness.

She always used to say that the past is a relentless parasite in its quest, feeding off of the senses, looking for anything that will trigger a memory–forever there to complicate the present, forever there to remind us that it will always be a piece of us. I never had a clue as to what she meant, until now.

She cannot be lost because no one is looking for her.

She'd expected some backlash; it happened every time she shared her strength. But she hadn't anticipated so much raw anguish from Nico di Angelo… If this was only a portion of Nico’s pain… how could he bear it?

She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing a part of yourself.

She dug into one of the boxes, finding clay angels she’d made in art class when she was seven years old. She found plastic swans on strings and red crystal cardinals. She found a blue-and-white rocking horse covered in glitter. She found a porcelain Santa Claus. She found that she couldn’t figure out where the hell time had gone.

She felt her in her heart all the time now, yearning for her lost love and lamenting for past mistakes. The Lady’s grief was overwhelming sometimes, making Sofia sad for no reason at all, especially at night when the world around her grew quiet and there were no distractions.

She had the bizarre feeling of time bending all around her, as though she was from the past reading about the future, or from the future reading about the past.

She mourned the history that the invisible intruder had erased, but not enough that she would spend a second more of her future feeling the emptiness.

She’s all the blood I’ve ever shed. She’s every time I’ve ever thought of death. She’s every time I’ve ever looked at happiness and thought, ‘That’s not meant for me.

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.

Smartass Disciple: Master, I want to be the better me by forgetting my past. Master of Stupidity: If you just forget it, how would you measure you're better?

Show how you can get me back my childhood Do not keep reminding me of my past otherwise

So happy ending all round, more or less. I know you’re relieved. But much as we might imagine we can leave the past behind, it has a nasty way of pressing its hoary old face against the window just as we are sitting down to the feast.

So here is what actually happened, what happens still: the scene on its parallel track to now, to me: linear and constant, never passing into the past, never speeding into the future.

...someone wise once told me that the past is written. That what’s done is done. We can’t change it. But the future? Well, that’s unwritten. We can choose what happens.

Someday I will pick up shells of every colour And probably even rob the sea of its wonder Yet I won't find a single piece That'd resemble the broken pieces I gathered years ago Thinking those grains of sand were whole

Somehow I always expect that one day The doors will speak out to me And share their past Life as it was centuries ago Perhaps they have and I did not listen

Some of us enjoy with today, some with future and some other with past.

Some people get strength from their past, and some others, from their future! Whatever is feeding your strength, go that specific time zone to gather your strength!

Some actions are indeed unjustifiable and no amount of forgiveness can wash their scars away. But a little amount of understanding can cure the bitterness that arises out of such acts. You should understand the secretive nature of our work. The Matr-Devi cult is thousands of years old but of late we have fallen out of favor of the powers who rule us. In other words we are no longer patronized by the confederacy and that including your father. Hence the people are now inclined to ignore our scientifi c teachings and follow the religious rituals and practices which are easy. They are attracted to the systems of the markets and have new glamour gods to worship. Ours is an ancient practice and it is tough to follow our codes and teachings. But none can undermine our contribution.

Some of our friends are our friends only because we used to be friends.

Someone who doesn’t know if tomorrow will come would rather live every day twice than live it once.

Some people masturbate to temporarily replace their partners when they are absent, whereas some people do that to temporarily live in the present.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

Some thoughts are like old piece of belongings that need to be disposed to move on.

Sometimes moving forward changes what's behind you.

Sometimes it was harder to change the past than it was the future.

Sometimes, someone from our past has to come back, to remind us how much we have grown and moved on...

Sometimes there are things in our lives that aren’t meant to stay. Sometimes the changes we don’t want are the changes we need to grow." - W.J. Dlor

Sometimes there is no choice but to walk into your own house. Far away, you think, and you do not want to see. You come home and you say do not tell me. You say, I have hunted the elk all over the snowfields of the Selway, and I do not want to know what happened here. And then there is a morning you walk in and take a look in your own house, like any traveler.

Sometimes things just slip past you, into your hands and out through your fingers. In my half-in/half-out state I began to wonder if that could happen to people, too.

Sometimes, we can't see our progress. We live our lives every day and can't see how much has changed. I think we all need a piece of reality every once in a while, some item to show us how far we have come from our past to our present. We get so lost in trying to get gratification for our work right away that we forget our small progressive steps. And then, we get a reality check, we see a piece of our past that shows us that everything we've done thus far has been worth it. Maybe you see a piece of writing that you wrote a few years ago, a sketch from the past, or even, like me, you try on a pair of pants that you haven't worn in a few months. And suddenly, everything has become worth it. Your struggle becomes your success. All those days you felt like giving up but you didn't mark the pathway to your future. So keep trying, day after day and look back to the past with a smile.

Sometimes, we do ourselves a disservice to yearn for what we've lost. For if we try to find it again, we might discover faults and blemishes memory has been kind enough to erase.

Sometimes we think the hardest part of life is letting go, but what we fail to realize is that learning to start over makes it hard for us to let go." - W.J. Dolor

Sometimes, without effort, you live in the moment. You don't regret the past or worry about the future, and in that moment everything flashes before your eyes , a clear snapshot of what has to be done, and everything pauses.

Sometimes you cannot clear the past completely. You must live alongside your sorrow.

Sometimes you have to fight for the past and sometimes you have to let go.

Sometimes you want to change the past by going from the future in the past. But sometimes you find that everything which you have done, it's not better but it becomes worst but why? (11.22.63 - Better Check it out!)

Sometimes in order to appreciate your future, you must remember the past.

Sometimes, Miss Jarmond, it's not easy to bring back the past. There are unpleasant surprises. The truth is harder than ignorance

Sometimes the only way to move forward is to revisit the things in your past that were holding you back. You have to deal with them head on, no matter how scary they may be. Because once we do, you will see that you can go further than you ever imagined.

Sometimes to change a situation you are in requires you to take a giant leap. But, you won't be able to fly unless you are willing to transform.

Sometimes when you dig deep into the past, you shed uncontrollable tears.

Sometimes you wish the world would be a better place and sometimes you wish the world was a better place. Only the great understanding of the difference of the time between the past and present moment will make it a better place.

Somtimes he'd smile. Other times, his eyes would tear-up. And quite often, he'd do both in that order. Memories should not be considered as mere creatures of the past for sometimes, they affect our present even more than our present itself.

Sooner or later, the future always circles back to the past.