Everything you've done, everything you've seen, everything you've become, remains. You never can go back, only forward, and if you don't bring the whole of yourself with you, you'll never see the sun...
A great mystery lies in the repetition and continuity of the renewal of that which is past. Culture perpetuates itself in memory and the big job is the reawakening of memory.
Living in the past is a place that has no future.
Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.
Perhaps you need to look back before you can move ahead.
Uh, Miss Carlson, I said, standing at her desk after everybody else had gone on to their next class, somebody told me you went to that guy's funeral the one the highway patrol shot.Yes, SHe said. I di...
It was a wonderful time to be alive, or even dead.
Nothing helps a man to reform like thinking of the past with regret.
My dear, you never will understand time, will you? You're always trying to be the things you were, instead of the person you are tonight. Why do you save those ticket stubs and theater programs? They'...
She lay awake for many hours into the night, among her trunks and trinkets. She glanced over at the neat stacks of materials and toys and opera plumes and said, aloud, Does it really belong to me? Or...
If a memory wasn't a thing but a memory of a memory of a memory, mirrors set in parallel, then what the brain told you now about what it claimed had happened then would be coloured by what had happene...
A long time ago someone told me that a story will tell itself, when it's ready.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they?
You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with dru...
It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound and more like a poultice.
We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still too close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again,
Unless we do something about the past, she thought, then it will weigh us down to such an extent that we simply cannot move. Is that what I want?
When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of thi...
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