#past

Times of terror and the deepest misery may arrive, but if there is to be any happiness in this misery it can only be a spiritual happiness, related to the past in the rescue of the culture of early ages and to the future in a serene and indefatigable championship of the spirit in a time which would otherwise completely swallow up the material. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#happiness #history #past #present #age

The past embraces the future The future embraces the past They are both intertwined Linked in all eternity ↗

— Karen Hackel

#future #living #new-age #past #time

The young should not think of themselves as immature and the elderly need not view themselves as feeble. Our minds control our bodies. Have no age, transcend both past and future, and enter into naka-ima—the “eternal present. ↗

— H.E. Davey

#eternal #future #ki #meditation #nakamura-tempu

Do you remember those days? Back porch, sunshine, mason jars" - she paused at remembered sweetness - "we were so foolish then...thinking there was a big ol' world out there to conquer. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#memory #past #remembrance #age

But nothing happened there now of a nature to provoke a disturbance. There were no complaints to the management or the police, and the dark glory of the upper galleries was a legend in such memories as that of the late Emiel Kroger and the present Pablo Gonzales, and one by one, of course, those memories died out and the legend died out with them. Places like the Joy Rio and the legends about them make one more than usually aware of the short bloom and the long fading out of things. ("The Mysteries of the Joy Rio") ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#legends #memory #past #age

because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#past #anger

Tonight his father had caught up, carrying all the horrors of hell with him. His mother could no longer protect him—hide him—and now his father‟s wrath would fall on him. He ran across the fields and through the forest, his bare feet carrying him as fast as they could go, aching and bleeding into the night. He could feel his father‟s eyes on him and his stinking breath filling Raven‟s nostrils as he rushed toward the only place he had ever found safe. He sobbed, choking on his grief and his frustration—the horrible guilt of carrying all the anger from his father into their house making him sick and afraid. He ran with lungs and muscles burning from strain, throwing himself through the doors of the castle when he reached them and only then chancing to look back the way he‟d come. ↗

— Amanda M. Lyons

#castles #eyes-like-blue-fire #fear #past #anger

I never answer if someone knocks on my door and only the band and my manager have my phone number. In any case my phone doesn't ring so I never notice it. I occasionally just walk past and pick it up to see if anyone's there. ↗

— Robert Smith

#any #anyone #band #case #door

Tis the old wind in the old anger, But then it threshed another wood. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#past #present #wind #anger

Work hard. "Suit yourself, then you'll know at least one person is pleased. ↗

— Carole Estrup

#child-abuse #healing-the-past #memoir #art