The past is set down in a thousand thousand indelible scrolls. But the future is a blank parchment forever in wait of a present.

When our sympathy leads to friendship and our friendship leads to love; only few will understand that it is the end of our past.

You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

Every adult grew from a kid who beat the odds. But at different times, in different places, the odds have been appallingly steep.

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

I suppose that's the secret. If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were, you just have to look up.

But this was what happened when you didn't want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you.

Life is made of the past, present and the future. We're shaped by our past, and we're shaping our future with our present.

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

The past might hurt but don't run from it, repeat it, or punish others for it. Learn from it and be glad that you survived it.

We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.

Don't torture yourself over the past. Use it as a teacher. Whatever happened to you in the past, has only prepared you for now.

Your past has already been written and the words cannot be changed, but your future is waiting to be written; make it a bestseller.