Sophie Swetchine Quotes

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.

When you are in the future, the past looks different.

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

Taste refers to the past, imagination to the future.

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 past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future.

I only remember the future.

The future is an imagined Now, a projection of the mind.

But it's our curse and our blessing to remember the past and to know there's a future. —Charlie

The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future.

Photographs open doors into the past, but they also alloq a look into the future

Memory has many conveniences, and, among others, that of foreseeing things as they have afterwards happened.

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

I'm living in the present, thinking about the past, hoping for the future.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

We all pine for a time in life when things were simpler. Even when they weren't necessarily simpler, hindsight makes them look a lot simpler. The reality of it was that it wasn't.

I'm a historian. I really like the past. But most people seem far more interested in what you can tell them about the future.

Wishes are recollections coming from the future.

To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation. This creates an endless preoccupation with past and future and an unwillingness to honor and acknowledge the present moment and allow it to be. The compulsion arises because the past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whatever form. Both are illusions.

The great times were never as great as they seem in the rearview mirror.

Se Souvenir du passe, et qu'il ya un avenir: Remember the past, and that there is a future.

While in a vintage restaurant..."the past isn't quaint while you're in it. Only at a safe distance, later, when you see it as decor, not as the shape your life's been squeezed into.

The past is the place we view the present from as much as the other way around.

Odd that the future should be so difficult to bring into focus when the past, uninvited, offered itself up so easily for inspection.

Why does the past look so enticing to us? For the same reason why from a distance a meadow with flowers looks like a flower bed.