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I am who I am because the tears of my past have watered the magnificence of my present.

Times of terror and the deepest misery may arrive, but if there is to be any happiness in this misery it can only be a spiritual happiness, related to the past in the rescue of the culture of early ages and to the future in a serene and indefatigable championship of the spirit in a time which would otherwise completely swallow up the material.

How to win in life:1 work hard 2 complain less 3 listen more 4 try, learn, grow5 don't let people tell you it cant be done6 make no excuses

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

The only real battle in life is between hanging on and letting go.

Man_who lives in three places _ in the past, in the present, and in the future _ can be unhappy if one of these three is worthless. Religion has even added a fourth _ eternity.

Let today be the day you finally release yourself from the imprisonment of past grudges and anger. Simplify your life. Let go of the poisonous past and live the abundantly beautiful present... today.

Spiritual growth involves giving up the stories of your past so the universe can write a new one.

I missed my mother and Elysius. It wasn't that I wanted them with me at that very moment. I wanted them in the past. I wanted to have back just one sunny afternoon together.

Only fools prefer the past!

Never forget the pastTo lead the future best

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn__ now, then where did it go ?

How can anyone truthfully claim to love someone when they__e not prepared to share everything with that person, including their past?

You can't just wipe away your history.

To celebrate the Fourth of July meant something definite in those days.

There comes a moment in life when one must acknowledge that you just can't keep looking back into your past for reasons to keep someone in your present and future. Regardless of how much looking that cruel reality in the eye hurts...memories can't be enough.

He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.

The past is what you take with you.