Stephen King Quotes

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

If you don't work through the things that haunt you early, they'll stay with you for the rest of your life.

With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.

Our most merciless enemy is our past.

It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

We may be through with the past, but the past is not through with us.

I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.

Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.

It makes it hard to get over a certain period of your life when you are constantly revisiting it every night.

Be not the slave of your own past.

The past doesn't haunt us, we haunt the past.

I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.

An unresolved past erodes beauty in the present.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

The older you get, the more you live with ghosts.

Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.

It would add much to human happiness, if an art could be taught of forgetting all of which the remembrance is at once useless and afflictive, that the mind might perform its functions without encumbrance, and the past might no longer encroach upon the present.

Not everybody believes in ghosts, but I do. Do you know what they are, Trisha? She had shaken her head slowly. Men and women who can't get over their past . . . That's what ghosts are.

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

Much of my writing is energized by unresolved memories - something like ghosts in the psychological sense.

Your past is your shadow. It has form but no substance, except in the places you allow it to touch you. (

Every heart has its own skeletons.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

Until you make peace with your difficult memories, that pain will continue to bleed into your current and future experiences.

Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother’s bureau. I wasn’t just the madwoman in the attic — I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.