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

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

Nights without beginning that had no end. Talking about a past as if it'd really happened. Telling themselves that this time next year, this time next year, things were going to be different.

At least if you were ignorant, you could do what you wanted, you had no idea what had been achieved in the past. You were free, instead of chewed at by bleeding impotence, dissolved away like a pearl...

we can gain experience from the past, but we cant relive it. But we can hope for the future, Its always along side us, on the inside of us looking out. The past should not be allowed to evaporate but...

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...

Tension is the Mirror of our Past.

Our past is the forge upon which we are hardened and tempered, to prepare us for the present. We are like a fine blade that must be hammered into shape before it can be ready to make its finest cuts.

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

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

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!

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

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 on...

Never forget the pastTo lead the future best

Learn from your past and shut the door behind to live in present.Our past is just like a dry rose which was once a rose with all colors of life, with sweet fragrance, with soft petal, with thorns but...

Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.

To become a spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life.