#past

(She) got herself a real boyfriend and she was just crazy about him. Not jack rabbit naked and coyote howling crazy, but sugar 'n' butter, soft 'n' sweet crazy. ↗

— Jackson Burnett

#crazy-in-love #jackson-burnett #love #relationships #the-past-never-ends

The clock ticks; the taunting rhythm serving as a reminder that forward is the only way we can go. The mechanical heartbeat of the darkness, a cold ellipsis, punctuating years gone by. Arising unchained. No glorious hymn, just the steady beat of the illusion of time. We heal or we carry forward the weight of our wounds... To believe otherwise is the mendacity of desperation. Arising honestly. The miles behind are littered with the weight of nostalgia, but too many miles lay ahead us to carry the weight. In the end, even echoes fade away. Pen in hand... Arising to write the next chapter. (MU Articles 2013, Dedication to Joey) ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#forgetting-the-past #future #letting-go #life #love

The way to free your feelings is to simply feel them. ↗

— Shaeri Richards

#healing-the-past #art

Leave a person alone who had a unpleasant past if you cant make his future a pleasant, you would do worse ↗

— Abayasinha

#past #people #sad #unpleasant #love

Nothing on earth hurts my soul deeper than conditional love. ↗

— Brooke Bida

#healing-the-past #love #unconditional-love #writers #love

Everything that is past is either a learning experience to grow on, a beautiful memory to reflect on, or a motivating factor to act upon. ↗

— Denis Waitley

#past #beauty

Remembrance of the past kills all present energy and deadens all hope for the future ↗

— Maxim Gorky

#men

Maybe, it is easier to forget the past, than to overcome the pain caused by it. Maybe, it is one of some other reasons, why men forget their prehuman ancestor. ↗

— Toba Beta

#forget-the-past #pain #prehuman #truth #men

It is the business of a virtuous clergy to censure vice in every appearance of it. ↗

— Patrick Henry

#preaching #religion #sin #business

We perceive, as from a great distance, a thousand years filled with dim shapes of men moving blindly, performing strangely, in an unreal shadowy world. ↗

— Carl L. Becker

#the-past #men