Benjamin Franklin Quotes

And while the future's there for anyone to change, still you know it's seems, It would be easier sometimes to change the past.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

Time. I would have gone somewhere to buy time.

History is an angel being blown backwards into the future

We can never go back.

Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

There is a past which is gone forever, but there is a future which is still our own.

So youve been over into Russia? said Bernard Baruch, and I answered very literally, I have been over into the future and it works.

Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago,“ has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday.

The future is a hundred thousand threads, but the past is a fabric that can never be rewoven.

Strangely enough, this is the past that somebody in the future is longing to go back to.

The people who live in the past must yield to the people who live in the future. Otherwise the world would begin to turn the other way round.

That's not a thing any of us are granted. To go back. Wipe away what later doesn't suit us and make it the way we wish it. You just go on

I always felt like I was meant to have been born in another era, another time.

The future is the shape of things to come.

The only good thing about the good old days is they're gone.

The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little. I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life I would do things differently.

The future you have, tomorrow, won't be the same future you had, yesterday.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return

I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.

All over the world there must be far-reaching changes in animal behavior and habitat; if only one could have another life in which to chart it all... Ah, well, that's not a fruitful thing to wish, is it?

There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday.

The book of nature is the book of fate. She turns the gigantic pages, leaf after leaf never returning one.

Sometimes I wish there were do over years or fast forward days