In your trembling touch of love, I lost my past, present, and future.

What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief ...

Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?

... what is past is gone and I don't have to drag it along with me ...

The mill cannot grind with water that's past.

Though the past haunt me as a spirit, I do not ask to forget.

Yesterday is in the books, dead and buried.

Fret not over the irretrievable, but ever act as if thy life were just begun.

All men sorrow and lament Over the spring that is past

That past which is so presumptuously brought forward as a precedent for the present was itself founded on some past that went before it.

Others fear what the morrow may bring. I am afraid of what happened yesterday.

The past is always attractive because it is drained of fear.

All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.

Have you ever heard one civilized person whose opinion you respect, at any time, anywhere, in any civilized country anywhere, say the good new days?

The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to relive it.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all Thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

There was a time indeed they used to shake hands with their hearts.