Past Quotes - Page 337

Man wants to be reconciled to God; wants to know that the past is forgiven.

We know the past and its great events, the present in its multitudinous complications, chiefly through faith in the testimony of others.

Clockwork could not run counter to its nature. The seconds, minutes, and hours moved only forward. Patient, precise, and unstoppable. Memory was an indulgence, an illusion that broke like a wave upon the juggernaut of time. The past remained the past.

Today's Catholic church seems to reward authoritarian personalities who are clearly ill, violent, sexually obsessed and unable to remember the past.

Tis not to see the world As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes, And heart profoundly stirred; And weep, and feel the fullness of the past, The years that are not more.

I was thinking about hitting races and stuff, but it's just, I think it's more of the era of when I was a kid and it just brings back memories. I gotta just chill and live in the past.

I'm not trying to recapture anything. It's really about moving forward. I don't have much reverence for what I've done in the past.

One of the things I've been working on for the past few months is a radical simplification of the interface.

You have to look past the cool things and play the game. That's why you're here, to play the game.

The demands of the present must stand above the political habits of the past.

The perspective that law enforcement is presenting seems to be a very narrow one that's focused very, very heavily on investigations of past crimes rather than on preventing future crimes. It's very important for policymakers to take that broader view because they're the ones who are trusted to look at the big picture.

It's important to interrogate history, it's important to document history, because as a society we need constant reminders of the things that we've done in the past in the hope we can stop repeating these horrible lessons.

The past is beautiful / like the darkness between the fireflies.

The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.

The flesh of past lovers looks both familiar and strange.

Many try to force the past to change.

Regretting the past does not prevent me from repeating it.

The power of the past does not depend on our knowledge of it.

Studying the past may suggest new ways of going wrong.

My relationships with both my mother and father are good. We spent several difficult years hashing over the problems and the past, and worked out a fairly solid middle ground. I wouldn't say my relationship with either of them - they're no longer together - is exactly typical, but that would be difficult after all we went through.

That nothing - not booze, not love, not sex, not work, not moving from state to state - will make the past disappear.

We know we need, and so we acquire and eat and eat, past the point of bodily fullness, trying to sate a greater need. Ashamed of this, we turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how to not-need.

For a long time I believed the opposite of passion was death. I was wrong. Passion and death are implicit, one in the other. Past the border of a fiery life lies the netherworld. I can trace this road, which took me through places so hot the very air burned the lungs. I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame.

We are tomorrow's past.

Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future.