William Shakespeare Quotes

What was past was past. I suppose that was the general attitude.

The past is the past: what can you do about it?

... sooner or later she had to give up the hope for a better past.

It's finished. Everything went past, without me.

I myself am more and more inclined to agree with Omar and Satchel Paige as I grow older: Don't try to rewrite what the moving finger has writ, and don't ever look over your shoulder.

I've had no contact with my daughter for years. That's her choice. Anyway, you move on. If people don't want to bother with me, fine. You know, God bless them, and move on.

I never have regrets! What's the point?

I don't spend any time whatsoever thinking about what might have been.

But what is past my help is past my care.

I think we all agree, the past is over.

Certainly, there were tough times, but no, you can't go back and change it. So, why dwell on it?

I don't look forward to anything. I take things as they come.

If you were to ask me would I change anything or could I go back to the past and change anything, I really wouldn't.

The past is history. I can't change any of that.

Whatever happened in the past is in the past.

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

As I settled down to sleep in that new bed in the dark city, I saw that it was too late now, too late for everything. I would not be given a second chance. In the hours when I woke, I have to tell you that this struck me almost with relief.

If I could undo what's been done, But I guess everyone is living, With water and bridges.

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

The future is meant for those who are willing to let go of the worst parts of the past. When you cannot take two steps without turning around to inspect your footsteps, you are getting nowhere fast.

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

Which is worse, past or future? Neither. I will fold up my mind like a leaf and drift on this stream over the brink.

I was depressed, but that was a side issue. This was more like closing up shop, or, say, having a big garage sale, where you look at everything you've bought in your life, and you remember how much it meant to you, and now you just tag it for a quarter and watch 'em carry it off, and you don't care. That's more like how it was.

It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.