Stephen King Quotes

Whatever happened in the past is in the past.

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.

I think you'd best make your peace with the past since you've come this far. I think you know by now that you won't go back again.

I don't like looking back.

Let go of yesterday.

I don't much like looking back.

I just don't like to talk about the past.

I’m not looking back in anger at anything.

I think we all agree, the past is over.

You can't look back.

You can't regret anything - it's over with.

First, forgive. Second, forget by choosing not to dwell on that which is forgiven and in the past. We have no right to keep in front of us what God has put behind Him.

Don't think about what you've left behind.

I once read that forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a different past...but forgiving is not the same as obliterating memory.

The weight is off my shoulders. I don't live in the past anymore. I look forward, instead of back.

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

There is nothing you can do about the past except keep it there.

A world of "if"s, but it would make no difference. If I could go back in time... but I couldn't. The past was behind me. The best thing now would be to stop looking over my shoulder. It was time to forget the past and look to the present and future.

Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.

I don't talk about the past.

Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?

The past is a great place and I don't want to erase it or to regret it, but I don't want to be its prisoner either.

It's really good to be able to think about past loves without having a pit in my stomach, or cringing or feeling heart-broken, or like they hate you. Don't you think?

I can't really dwell on the past.

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.