I stole their future from them; I can only being to repay by seeing what I can learn from their past.

Shall we never never get rid of this Past? ... It lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.

Each age selects its own geniuses from the past to suit its own needs. It's always been that way.

A ghost from her past, part of a world to which she no longer belonged but had never stopped missing.

Looking backwardsHas never been my endeavorLost passions… bruised emotionsNever distressed me.

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable...

My past is trying to catch up to me and I must continue run from it. It's the only way I can live.

It is only when the mind is free from the old that it meets everything anew, and in that there is joy.

I was seventeen all over again, falling into intrigue with the boy who was an exquisite contradiction.

Yesterday is history,tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift... that's why they call it present

If I look at my old lyrics, they seem to be full of rage, but empty. There was an emptiness in my life.

I had to start new, my ego told me that if past ever wanted me, I won't be calling it by that name.

Such is the amazing power of stories to link us to our past and lead us all the way back to the present.

Today can be better than the worse of yesterdays, but tomorrow can never replace the best of yesterdays.