People don't exist without the past, I know. But the past isn't alive. It's you who's alive.
SHOOWAMots clés past existence people alive
The past is like a deceased person. It has to be remembered.
Jake GallardoMots clés past
All the faces on the photographs have changed,
To not confuse it all, the names remain the same
Mots clés friends past music home lyrics missing changes
The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it. If they were allowed their own way, every comedy would have a tragic ending, and every tragedy would culminate in a farce. They are charmingly artificial, but they have no sense of art.
Oscar Wilde...the very old men [...] believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottle-neck of the most recent decade of years.
William FaulknerMy father used to say that when he was growing up the water was clear and there were tons of fireflies everywhere... He felt sorry for the kids growing up today... But it is really beautiful... Time will just keep on passing... we'll get old... and look back on the past. I hope we can always say... how great things were.
Fuyumi SoryoMots clés past growing-up time change childhood mars soryo
The past stands in the path of the future, knowing it will be crushed.
Alaya Dawn JohnsonWriters are never fully present because they’re always imagining a different version of the way things are happening; imagining the past in a different way, imagining the present in a different way, imagining the future in a different way.
Jessica SofferMots clés past future present writing writers different
When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.
Stephen KingMots clés past
What drew him back was something altogether more personal, to a history where, in the pain and longing of adolescence, he was still standing on the corner of Queen and Albert Streets waiting for someone that he knew would never appear. He had long understood that one of his selves, the earliest and most vulnerable, had never left this place, and this original and clearest view of things could be recovered only through what had first come to him in the glow of its ordinary light and weather...it was the light they appeared in that was the point, and that at least had not changed.
David MaloufMots clés past history waiting personal-history adolescence
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