I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.
Life, Love, Girls
Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!" - but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast.
Dreams, Poetry, Hope
As the future ripens in the past,so the past rots in the future -a terrible festival of dead leaves.
Poetry, Future
She’s all the blood I’ve ever shed. She’s every time I’ve ever thought of death. She’s every time I’ve ever looked at happiness and thought, ‘That’s not meant for me.
Poetry, Moving On, Relationship
The ability to withstand the flinch comes with the knowledge that the future will be better than the past.
Knowledge, Courage, Future
The only thing new in the world is the history you do not know.
History, Education
Don't use your past history as an excuse to be miserable. Use your past as a testament to show the world just how far you have come.
Life, Courage
Your past history is NOT an excuse.
Life, Courage, Strength
Forgiveness isn’t something I’m preoccupied with - turning the other cheek isn’t my trip.
Designer, Forgiveness
I’d wish it were easier to not allow other people’s pasts to create my own present.
Life, Life Lessons
We have no control on the past. However, we can manage the presence, and plan for a better future.
Inspiration, Success, Future
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
Sing, Inspiration, Song
Every struggle in your past has shaped you into the person you are today. Take God's hand and step into your future without fear.
Inspiration, Fearless, God
People don't get to our ages without having pasts. I'm more interested in the future.
Love, Relationships
Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.
Life, Dreams, Relationships
Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.
At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.
I need a new trick if I am to walk without legs, see without eyes or speak without words.
It’s unpleasant magic, the kind that darkens the senses, the kind no one wants to experience, but once in a lifetime might not be able to avoid.
No trees, sky or ground. No other buildings or fields. No winding path, no brambles, no outhouse or pond or flowers, no sunshine or children playing. Just blackness.
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