The past is the present, isn't it? It's the future, too. We all try to lie out of that but life won't let us
This line from one of O’Neill’s characters was adopted for a History Masthead Slogan. See XXX.
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years.
If you could not accept the past and its burden there was no future, for without one there cannot be the other.
I am never free of the past. I have made it crystal clear that I believe the past is part of the present which becomes part of the future.
The past is such a subtle thing. [But] in the end, nothing else exists, everything is made of the past, even the future.
Memory is the keyword which combines past with present, past and future.
I believe one thing: that today is yesterday and tomorrow is today and you can't stop.
The present is saturated with the past and pregnant with the future.
And I come to realise that all my small todays, the way I act, will lead into my tomorrows.
The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
The present is the past biting into the future.
Time just goes on, and... it doesn't stop for anything.
The future is embedded in the present.
Passage of time can be mind-numbing to figure out in a screenplay. It's the easiest thing to do in prose, not just by writing 'four years later', but you can shift time in a sentence or two.
The present is big with the future, the future might be read in the past, the distant is expressed in the near.
It is only by making the past alive again for a person that a true growth in the present is facilitated. If the past is cut off, the future does not exist.
The past, as you suggest, is absolutely present at all times and the present is born from the past. I wouldn't want to suggest that the past determines the present.
Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.
Never underestimate how history injects itself into the present.
If ever the search for a tranquil belief should end, The future might stop emerging out of the past, Out of what is full of us; yet the search And the future emerging out of us seem to be one.
There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber,” she explained. “There’s a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhere—it doesn’t all get used up at once.” “I may still be hung over,” sighed Richard. “That almost made sense.
The past did affect the present and the future, in ways you could see and a million ones you couldn't. Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past behind, but it would not leave me.
To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
There is a single thread of attitude, a single direction of flow, that joins our present time to its early burgeoning in Mediterranean civilization.