The past is never dead. It's not even past.

The past is never where you think you left it: you are not the same person you were yesterday

Things never happen the same way twice.

No soul remembered is ever really gone.

It is impossible for you to go on as you were before, so you must go on as you never have.

It does not to dwell on dreams and forget to live, but it is equally foolish to ignore the past – never forget.

There's never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.

You are not your past.

History never repeats itself. Man always does.

The past is never dead. It’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity.

A mind that is stretched by new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.

But you cannot change your past, no matter how you craft your future.

You never step in the same river of thought twice, because neither you nor it are the same.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.