The past is the present and the future too.
The line was adopted from Eugene O'Neill. See XXX.
Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun.
There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.
It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.
In the midst of each epoch, I fully realize that a new epoch will dawn.
The out-of-date returns in due course as the picturesque.
I believe the future is only the past again, entered through another gate.
Out of Eternity the new day is born; Into Eternity at night will return.
I grew up very strongly with this sense of time being circular: that it constantly returned upon itself.
Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone.
For Yesterday was once To-morrow.