A couple months ago I noticed that I hadn't really laughed for a long time. . . That's come back quite well, I'm enjoying more things. . . I'd say that I've almost completely recovered from the past few years, still cynical, but not really bitter.

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Strangely enough, this is the past that someone in the future is longing to go back to.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new.

Maybe I should set aside my broken string of beads, my shoeboxes of memories. No matter how much I dug, it was only a story, and not enough.

Sometimes my sense of futurity was stronger, sometimes I sensed there was only the past.

There were suitcases inside of suitcases I had not even begun to unpack.

To pay attention to past history would not be focusing on the future. I can't afford to spend my life worrying about things that I can't do anything about.

You can't allow yourself to think so much about what's going on outside the walls. You do that, you go crazy. Let the past stay dead, that's the only way to survive.

I just want to close my eyes and not see the places I've been.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

It's time to release from your past the things you simply do not need any longer.

I do not believe in ghosts (very much), but I wonder if they aren't my whole past.

I see them moving back and forth over the dullness of the past, covering ground they did not know was there, and ending up with nothing save what might have been.

He stared out the window, hoping the people at the lake, the lake itself, would fade. He wanted to move beyond his past.

. . . a noble posterity might misunderstand the whole past and in that way alone make it tolerable to look at.

You have work that keeps you busy and happy - why not forget about the past?
Because it won't forget about me

Events that were past did not always let you alone just because you wanted to forget them.

Things don't end. We pick up and go on - the way you've done. You can't tell me you're miserably unhappy these days. But you will be if you indulge yourself in these romances concerning a time you can't recall. That's what you've done tonight, isn't it?

The past had built her, as it had built me, but we were an evolvement and not the same beings.