Mary Webb Quotes

Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.

We are tomorrow's past.

History takes time... History makes memory.

Those who try to obliterate the past are injuring the present.

I knew I could not cope with the future unless I was able to rediscover the past.

A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

The future has a lot to do with the past.

The past is where its supposed to be.

Legends are all to do with the past and nothing to do with the present.

I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.

I've given my life to the principle and the ideal of memory, and remembrance.

The Past, The Present, For the Future

The past is a present force.

I think memory is essential to what we are. If we - we wouldn't be able to talk to each other without memory. And what we think of as the present really is the past. It is made out of the past.

The past has an undeniable grip on everyone, except, perhaps, amnesiacs.

In the sense that writing is to retrieve the past and stop the passing of time, all writing is about loss. It's not nostalgia in the sense of yearning to bring back the past, but recognition of the erosion of things as you live.

Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future.

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

The only thing simple about the past is that it's not now.

I think it's important to have some documentation of the past.

We are all part of a tradition, at least we depend on the past.

Let them look to the past, but let them also look to the future; let them look to the land of their ancestors, but let them look also to the land of their children.

People have reflected on the quality of time ever since they've been writing. I suppose I have thought about and written about the question of living in the present - but it only lasts for an instant, and then everything becomes the past. The future, you know nothing about, except for some anticipations you have.

We, who are the living, possess the past. Tomorrow is for our martyrs.