past

I am slowly learning to pluck the flowers of my past from the weeds, and place them in the window where I can see them first. ~Call Me Tuesday

It has been said, people drawn to law enforcement have a sixth sense, an ability to see what others do not. He prayed he was wrong. His sixth sense said there was much more than a broken heart in Claire's past.

Big events, small, mundane moments of the day__t doesn__ matter; the past will find a way to squeeze into the present__f you let it.

I couldn__ help but feel as if everyone had lied about everything. We all had secrets. We all had a dark side to our innocent cover. I wondered what we would be like, if we had been completely honest with each other in the first place. Maybe more people would be alive, but then again, more people could be dead.

The past is a distant, receding coastline, and we are all in the same boat. Along the stern rail there is a line of telescopes; each brings the shore into focus at a given distance. If the boat is becalmed, one of the telescopes will be in continual use; it will seem to tell the whole, the unchanging truth. But this is an illusion; and as the boat sets off again, we return to our normal activity: scurrying from one telescope to another, seeing the sharpness fade in one, waiting for the blur to clear in another. And when the blur does clear, we imagine that we have made it do so all by ourselves.

...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...

History is indeed more than the register of crime,folilies and misfortune of mankind.

He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.

Stay More' is synonymous with 'Status Quo' in fact, there are people who believe, or who like to believe, that the name of the town was intended as an entreaty, beseeching the past to remain present.

There have been times, lately, when I dearly wished that I could change the past. Well, I can__, but I can change the present, so that when it becomes the past it will turn out to be a past worth having.

By picking him up again, i guess you're just lost, baby. Lost.

You don__ rewrite it, censor it, or edit it, to suit some warped view you have of the past and your own present.

When I look back on the stuff I used to wear, I wonder why somebody didn't try to stop me. Just a friendly warning, "You may regret this," would have been fine.

Anachronism is not the inconsequential juxtaposition of epochs, but rather their inter-penetration, like the telescoping legs of a tripod, a series of tapering structures. Since it's quite far from one end to the other they can be opened out like an accordion; but they can also be stacked inside one another like Russian dolls, where the walls around time periods are extremely close to one another. The people of other centuries hear our phonographs blaring, and through the walls of time we see them raising their hands towards the deliciously prepared meal.

Why are we learning about the past, when this is History?

How many stars can you count in the sky? How many mistakes can you count in your life? Stop counting! No clever man ever is stuck in the past!

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__orever 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.

We always cherish and miss the time passed yet struglling for a better future but after moving to next level we feel the past was beautiful