Ally Condie Quotes

Remember the past - and await the future.

We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories...And those that carry us forward, are dreams.

For the majority of us, the past is a regret, the future an experiment

The past is one evil less and one memory more.

All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them.

The past is not a package one can lay away.

I said there was but one solitary thing about the past worth remembering, and that was the fact that it is past-can't be restored.

These are things you should learn. Your past is a skeleton walking one step behind you; your future is a skeleton walking one step in front of you. Maybe you don’t wear a watch, but your skeletons do, and they always know what time it is. Now, these skeletons are made of memories, dreams, and voices. And they can trap you in the in-between, between touching and becoming. But they’re not necessarily evil, unless you let them be.

Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Events have moved on, yet some people still keep talking about the past.

It's easy to get buried in the past when you try to make a good thing last.

The past is always with you. Some people want to be protected from this truth.

How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace. Was it the end of a season, the end of a life? Was it so long ago it seems it might never have been? What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? (from "No Words Can Describe It")

Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.

There was confusion since I stood here 35 years ago.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

All I get is tomorrow.

It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

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.

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death. Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest." Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.