I'm anxious about work, the future, friendships, past relationships... I'm just one of those people that, whatever I'm doing, it's a big worry.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
I really don't spend time thinking about the past. I think about the future. I'm not stopping.
There has been enough blood in the Balkans. Serbia is offering its hand. Let us turn to the future and not deal with the past.
It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.
History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future. To try to hold fast is to be swept aside.
Every President that went to China, I would meet them and have dinner and talk about the past and the future. That was in the '70s.
Conservatism cherishes tradition; innovation fetishizes novelty. They tug in different directions, the one toward the past, the other toward the future.
Belfast is a city which, while not forgetting its past, is living comfortably with its present and looking forward to its future.
Investors covet past improvements but also always believe pricing unimaginable future creativity and efficiency gains is Pollyannaish. And they're always wrong. Bet on it.
Adolescence represents an inner emotional upheaval, a struggle between the eternal human wish to cling to the past and the equally powerful wish to get on with the future.
To the soul, there is no past and no future; all is, and will be ever, in now. For artificial purposes time is mutually agreed on, but there is really no such thing.
I think of the past and the future as well as the present to determine where I am, and I move on while thinking of these things.
The Web as I envisaged it, we have not seen it yet. The future is still so much bigger than the past.
I work with gold that holds our past and diamonds that see the future and rubies that long for love. It's just a way of telling a story.
If the future, as imagined in literature, is really the present taken to extremes, then the past is also the present, but boiled down.
Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.
At 32, I kind of thought I was past the point where I was gonna get a break that really changed my life overnight.
I'm not someone who dwells upon past events, taking the view that life is too short.
When you come across someone colorful and vibrant maybe in the present it isn't so interesting, but, in the past, it sheds a wonderful light onto living life.
I feel like I've started a new chapter in my life, and I need to leave the past behind.
