Past
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I'm looking forward to the future, and feeling grateful for the past.
Keep looking up! I learn from the past, dream about the future and look up. There's nothing like a beautiful sunset to end a healthy day.
The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power.
Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.
A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.
By forgetting the past and by throwing myself into other interests, I forget to worry.
Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones.
The past always looks better than it was. It's only pleasant because it isn't here.
We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future.
Forget the past — the future will give you plenty to worry about.
Your body tells you what it needs, and if you sleep past your alarm on a Saturday morning, it's probably because you need the sleep.
Attitude is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than what people do or say. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill.
Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the future.
Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future.
What lingers from the parent's individual past, unresolved or incomplete, often becomes part of her or his irrational parenting.
The man of the future may, and even must, do things impossible in the past and acquire new motor variations not given by heredity.
The banjo is truly an American instrument, and it captures something about our past.
It seems we're not only uninformed about our present, we're ignorant of our past.
Opinion is like a pendulum and obeys the same law. If it goes past the centre of gravity on one side, it must go a like distance on the other; and it is only after a certain time that it finds the true point at which it can remain at rest.
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
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