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Fear is caused by the uncertainty of the future. Sorrow is caused by the remembrance of the past. Try to keep your thoughts in the present, for the future we will never know and the past we may never understand.

Life is full of lessons; learn the lessons in life you meet each moment of time well! So many people meet the same things in life time after time, because they fail to know, understand and take real lessons from the same things they always meet time and time again! Day by day, make a consistent effort to improve yourself. Day by day, take consistent steps in wit to avoid doing the same thing that resulted in the same thing in the same way! Life is full of lessons; don__ forget to learn the lessons life teaches well, or else you shall leave each moment of your life learning the same life lessons!

It's only awkward if it matters.

Every relationship that has hit a crossroads has asked, __hat is it that you want from me?

if you will not always think about the decisions you are taking, you shall always think about the decisions you should have taken in regret, in wonder or in joy. Regrets of the past shall always remain an indelible footprint but the lessons from regrets can always be learned and be used

Had I known only tells us the regretful stories of yesterday better

The past lives through us. We are its legacy.

But there's a beginning in an end, you know? It's true that you can't reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh.

Every moment is precious, even the ones behind me that I often reflect upon with a reserved smile. However_I seldom look back, only forward in anticipation of the next greater now.

I didn't know the demonsthat walked across your memory.They came from the dustwhen you were at peacein your grave.

The past was just a place where uncontrolled freaks you had never consciously decided to include in your life entered it anyway and staggered around, breaking things.

anytime you enjoy the sweet fruits of the tree, remember the dirty roots of the tree

I keep coming back to certain books, and you__o try to find myself again

VIEW FROM A HILLI am not yet quite over it.I am lying down on top of it.Surveying behind me a wastelandOf dried-up promise.While the lights below twinkleWith dull mocking uncertainty.There isn't much left to look forward to,And the looking forward of the past has been belied.

Rehashing the past wouldn't change anything. Time to move forward.

Where exactly does it come from, I__ like to know, this ineradicable attitude of superiority toward the past? This stubbornly dumb, can__-kill-it-with-an-ax conviction that we, the now, critically and categorically know better than they, the past. Is it from the mere fact that their future is known to us, that we know what happens? (Nothing good.) It__ much the way we treat small children_ pedantic and permissive at the same time. And we always think of the people of the past _ just as we do of children _ as being naïve in everything from their clothes and hairstyles to their thoughts and feelings.

I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

Every city is a ghost.New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel bean, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of these former incarnations in the awkward angle of a street or filigreed gate, an old oak door peeking out from a new facade, the plaque commemorating the spot that was once a battleground, which became a saloon and is now a park.