过去
The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The past is never dead; it is not even past.
At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become.
Time does not exist. For the river, there is only the present moment—no past, no future.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
A story is a way of making sense of the past.
The past is not dead, it is not even past.
The past is the past, and that’s where it belongs.