Past Quotes - Page 71

Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.

Every new Fashion is a refusal to inherit, a subversion against the oppression of the preceding Fashion; Fashion experiences itself as a Right, the natural right of the present over the past.

The history of thought, and therefore all history, is the re-enactment of past thought in the historian's own mind.

The best way to get past doubt and inexperience is simply action.

Conquer thyself, till thou has done this, thou art but a slave; for it is almost as well to be subjected to another's appetite as to thine own.

If you’re really looking for answers, look past me. But if you’re interested in how I got to where I am, I will be as honest as possible.

Don't think about the past. Just be here now.

None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone.

The Age of Nations is past. The task before us now, if we would not perish, is to build the Earth.

I am the type that cannot stay put in living in the past and solely in the past. It's not healthy and it doesn't feel right.

You live in the present and you eliminate things that don't matter. You don't carry the burden of the past. I'm not impressed by the past very much. The past bores me, to tell you the truth; it really bores me. I don't remember many movies and certainly not my own.

The whole structure of science gradually grows, but only as it is built upon a firm foundation of past research.

The nervous system and the automatic machine are fundamentally alike in that they are devices, which make decisions on the basis of decisions they made in the past.

First of all, the most important, that is to learn everything good that has survived from other times, and carefully to watch the bad - and throw it out.

The depth of experience fine wine can bring to a dinner, particularly a bottle that has been through the past 100 years, makes you take stock of your own life.

... negative feelings are not true feelings at all; rather, they are your thoughts about something, based always on the previous experience of yourself and others. You will not find Truth in your past data, only past data that is based on other past data that is based on other past data, and so forth. Forget your "past experience" and look directly at the experience you are having. Right Here, Right Now. There is your Truth.

Each and every event in the past is connected to the present by invisible threads.

History is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the future.

The choice to follow love through to its completion is the choice to seek completion within ourselves. The point at which we shut down on others is the point at which we shut down on life. We heal as we heal others, and we heal others by extending our perceptions past their weaknesses. Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who that person is. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is. Forgiving others is the only way to forgive ourselves, and forgiveness is our greatest need.

It is the mass dream of inverted self, populous with fears overt and secret, that forms the continuous but gossamer thread upon which are strung as phantom beads all civilizations from the remotest past of record to that of the present day and hour.

People frequently ask me why I devote so much time to seeking out facts about man’s past…the past shows clearly that we all have a common origin and that our differences in race, colour and creed are only superficial.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.

God invented forgiving as a remedy for a past that not even he could change and not even he could forget. His way of forgiving is the model for our forgiving.

Rivers are places that renew our spirit, connect us with our past, and link us directly with the flow and rhythm of the natural world.

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.