Quotes about the past
Nor is it right to say there are three times: past, present and future. Perhaps it would be more correct to say: there are three times: a present of things past, a present of things present, a present of things future.
The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, not to worry about the future, or not to anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.
The scholar is that man who must take up into himself all the ability of the time, all the contributions of the past, all the hopes of the future.
Consciousness is a link between what was and what will be; a bridge between the past and the future.
The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is found in the effect was already in the cause.
The time present of things past is memory; the time present of things present is direct experience; the time present of things future is expectation.
Everything that was is no longer; everything that will be is not yet. Look no further for the secret of our ills.
The present is big with the future; the future could be read in the past; the distant is expressed in the near.
I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.
Ah, who brings the happy moments,
Glorious days of sweet first love;
Who can bring back a single hour
Of that blessed time again.
If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.
I am simply what I am, or I begin to be that. I live in the present. I only remember the past, and anticipate the future. I love to live.
The mysterious way leads inwards. Eternity with its worlds — the past and future — is in ourselves or nowhere.
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.
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