If you do something that really f***s with the past, the past f***s with you.
You are so fragile, you mortals, such things of skin and air. Such things of the past. The future belongs to the strong, to the immortal races, to me and my kind.
William Faulkner said, “The past is never dead. It’s not even the past.” In fact, it’s all still happening.
We can’t count on the past. We think we have it trapped in our memories, but memories fade. We could fade at any time.
We can be happy in the future or we can be angry about the past.
The past just become one big, giant hole of what-ifs.
The past is written, but the future is left for us to write.
Technology has conquered death, but with endless future comes endless past.
I don’t give two s***s about people’s past. As long as they pull their weight on the job, we’re good.
Don’t worry about your past. Worry about your future.
PastPYou’ve got to let go of the past.
You’ll never have a future until you can make peace with your past.
