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So often to the past happiness seems to be at hand, and to reach out is still impossible.

... when you rend yourself from the undigested remnants of past memories and present your even worse, some of the past events seem not so bad.

The past is too heavy to carry it everywhere with me. Sometimes it is worth remembering for the future.

Go back in time and save is better Mrs. Halpern and her baby, then, maybe lenny will drive me crazy and would not break my family. No, go back to when we were 7 years old and fuck me in front of the lens of his father's cameras, maybe then my life will be better.

To know the past is unpleasant enough; know the future it would be unbearable.

The future need to constantly call out of nothingness, the past comes naturally.

...the carriage of the past - not going anywhere...

...the past - not the tar at the gate, it won't scrape...

Every last second with everything that was in it, disappears and no one knows what it will be in the next. Be if at all. And how much can God create one by one the seconds with all that they contain. Nobody, absolutely nobody can guarantee that the next moment will come. And the moment in which we really live is short, we are not even able to have time to catch it and can only remember the last one. But then what actually exists and who we are ourselves?

All cling to the past. That will never change... Old people cling to it hard.

We can't go back, no matter how we tried. No matter how wonderful it may be, the past is just the past.

There are always people who can't get rid of nostalgia for old things that can not be bought for money.

The past is a gaping hole. You're trying to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper and scarier it becomes behind you and you feel her licking the edge of your heel. Only chance is to turn around and bravely to meet it. But it is the same as to watch the grave of his love. Or like kissing the barrel loaded and ready to blow your head to pieces with a gun.

Sometimes to remember the past - it's like kissing the dead lips of his beloved.