#past

I can no longer stay quiet in this world, I have a voice and I feel it reverberate off my internal walls, making its slow climb upward until its melody can be heard all around. ↗

— Elin Stebbins Waldal

#healing-the-past #strength #abuse

Her soft trailing fingers would continue to attempt a connection that I refused to allow; that I couldn’t allow if I wanted to survive. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#adult #child #connection #fingers #ghost

When the uncertain future becomes the past, the past in turn becomes uncertain. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#past #uncertainty #uncertainty

We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic - now mercifully stilled, thank God - might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#past #manners

But what is the past? Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion? Could the past be a kaleidoscope, a pattern of images that shift with each disturbance of a sudden breeze, a laugh, a thought? And if the shift is everywhere, how would we know? ↗

— Alan Lightman

#einstein-s-dreams #past #time #dreams

If New Orleans is not fully in the mainstream of culture, neither is it fully in the mainstream of time. Lacking a well-defined present, it lives somewhere between its past and its future, as if uncertain whether to advance or to retreat. Perhaps it is its perpetual ambivalence that is its secret charm. Somewhere between Preservation Hall and the Superdome, between voodoo and cybernetics, New Orleans listens eagerly to the seductive promises of the future but keeps at least one foot firmly planted in its history, and in the end, conforms, like an artist, not to the world but to its own inner being--ever mindful of its personal style. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#conformity #future #history #mainstream #new-orleans

Don’t allow past experiences to be forgotten. Hold them close. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#past #experience

The past is for learning from and letting go. You can't revisit it. It vanishes. ↗

— Adele Parks

#the-past #nostalgia

You cannot know where your people are going if you don't know where your people have been. ↗

— Forrest Carter

#past #education

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#cried #empty #nothing #outline #past