Quella strada del passato si srotolava confusamente di fianco a noi come se la tazza della vita si fosse rovesciata e ogni cosa fosse impazzita.

...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.

I am sick of the dern box! I have not only stepped out of the hateful piece of cardboard, I have burned it and scattered the ashes over my past.

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

God's already let go of your past. He doesn't remember it. He doesn't count it against you. Now it's time for you to let go too.

Cut away the nonsense, the drama, the regret, the scars of the past, and make a decision to no longer let them govern your happiness and freedom.

My ex-girlfriend was exquisite, while my current girlfriend is merely quisite. The ex always makes the past seem more excellent than the present.

The Future is as avoidable as the past is alterable, for the latter is, after all, a consequence of the former: A combination of choice and fate.

It is more than just memory, I think, that binds us to the past. The past is the place we view the present from as much as the other way around...

What is our life: (Pause.) it’s looking forward or it’s looking back. And that’s our life. That’s it. Where is the moment?

Provide for her Future—if you can!—That's my motto!—But a man's just a plain bum who don't provide for his own Past!

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.

It isn't as important to feel great about all the things we do. But how we feel toward the end when we look back at everything we've done.