Top 1200 Past Love Quotes & Sayings

While I honor the soldiers in my family, and I am a student of history, the past is the past, and I do not live in the past.

Love is within us. It cannot be destroyed. It can be ignored. To the extent that we abandon love we will feel it has abandoned us. Denying love is our only problem, and embracing it is the only answer. Through the power of love, we can let go of past history and begin again. Love heals, forgives, and makes whole.

One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past requires a constant imaginative effort.

Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And make the past appear a troubled dream.

It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past. Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and active mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement against that past.

Love yourself. Love your soul and let go of the past. Past pain is keeping you in pain. You don't have to deteriorate.

Marriage is an effort to legalize love. It is out of fear. It is thinking about the future, about the tomorrows. Man always thinks of the past and the future, and because of this constant thinking about past and future, he destroys the present. And the present is the only reality there is. One has to live in the present. The past has to die and has to be allowed to die.

I love the past. There are parts of the past I hate, of course.

'Young Love' is about falling in love and dealing with your past so you can move forward. I wanted it to be a clear record.

I love round people, I love skinny people. I love people in general; we've got to get past labels and stop being so critical about everything.

Love doesn't keep a score of wrongs. Love doesn't bring up past failures. (1 Cor 13:5)

I love the past. I read about the past all the time.

In the past seven years of love-making he had heard the words "I love you" so many times: from the mouths of widows and children, from prostitutes, family friends, travelers, and adulterous wives. Women said "I love you" without his ever speaking. "The more you love someone," he came to think, "the harder it is to tell them." It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say "I love you".

I don't believe in living in the past. Living in the past is for cowards. If you live in the past, you die in the past.

You do not move ahead by constantly looking in a rear view mirror. The past is a rudder to guide you, not an anchor to drag you. We must learn from the past but not live in the past.

You find new love not to forget the past love. But you forget the past because of that new love.

Men who think that a woman's past love affairs lessen her love for them are usually stupid and weak.

Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.

Our checks are pale. Our wallets are invalids. Past due, past due, is what our bills are saying and yet we kiss in every corner, scuffing the dust and the cat. Love rises like bread as we go bust.

The function off the historian is neither to love the past nor to emancipate himself from the past, but to master and understand it as the key to the understanding of the present.

We are not held back by the love we didn't receive in the past, but by the love we're not extending in the present.

Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them.

I love my people's history. I feel a huge responsibility to tell the stories of my past and my ancestors' past.

I love cameras but I find myself reluctantly taking pictures because what's past is past.

But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past - or more accurately, pastness - is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past

When we think we have been hurt by someone in the past, we build up defenses to protect ourselves from being hurt in the future. So the fearful past causes a fearful future and the past and future become one. We cannot love when we feel fear.... When we release the fearful past and forgive everyone, we will experience total love and oneness with all.

Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

Men will love to the last, but they love what is fresh and new. A woman's love can live on the recollection of the past, and cling to what is old and ugly.

I absolutely love and respect the past, but I'm not a 'glory days' guy. I love where we've been and love where I'm at and going.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

I want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight

We either allow our past to keep interfering with our optimal expression of love and happiness, or we can move beyond our past with renewed passion for life

If you love life you also love the past, because it is the present as it has survived in memory." Translation by David Downie

I have had relationships that have not worked out in the past, my marriage didn't work out technically in the past but I look back at all my relationships with great love and affection.

We realize that by criticizing Jewish fundamentalism we are criticizing a part of the past that we love. We wish that members of every human grouping would criticize their own past, even before criticizing others.

We attempt to remember our collective American childhood, the way it was, but what we often remember is a combination of real past, pieces reshaped by bitterness and love, and, of course, the video past--the portrayals of family life on such television programs as "Leave it to Beaver" and "Father Knows Best" and all the rest.

The great achievements of the past were the adventures of the past. Only the adventurous can understand the greatness of the past.

Everyone's past is locked up in their recipes - the past of an individual and the past of a nation as well.

Oh, God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,' and the Colonel whispered, 'I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,' and I said, 'No. Not past tense.

Forget about what happened in the past. The past is the past. Who cares? Time heals things.

The mind loves whatever repeats a pleasurable experience from the past. "I love this" basically means "I love repeating what felt so good before".

I fall in love too easily, I fall in love too fast I fall in love too terribly hard, for love to ever last My heart should be well schooled, 'cause I've been fooled in the past And still I fall in love too easily, I fall in love too fast

More fundamentally, it is a dream that does not die with the onset of manhood: the dream is to play endlessly, past the time when you are called home for dinner, past the time of doing chores, past the time when your body betrays you past time itself.

I love being able to escape my past, even though my past was great.

Reality is always the story of a past, and what I love about the past is—it's over.

He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.

I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles and even more, for every one of your smiles.

I directed some movies in the past, and I'd still love to do that. You know, the whole thing is a labor of love, I think.

We cannot love when we feel fear. When we release the fearful past and forgive everyone, we will experience total love and oneness with all.

The Past -- the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf --the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?

What the ego doesn't want us to see is that our pain doesn't come from the love we weren't given in the past, but from the love we ourselves aren't giving in the present.

By bringing the past into the present, we create a future just like the past. By letting the past go, we make room for miracles.

Love in the past is only a memory. Love in the future is only a fantasy. True love lives in the here and now.

He was already looking at their relationship through the lens of the past tense. It puzzled her, the ability of romantic love to mutate, how quickly a loved one could become a stranger. Where did the love go? Perhaps real love was familial, somehow, linked to blood, since love for children did not die as romantic love did.

what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveller's past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediate past, that is, to which each day that goes by adds a day, but the more remote past. Arriving at each new city, the traveller finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

We learn in the past, but we are not the result of that. We suffered in the past, loved in the past, cried and laughed in the past, but that's of no use to the present. The present has its challenges, its good and bad side. We can neither blame nor be grateful to the past for what is happening now. Each new experience of love has nothing whatsoever to do with past experiences. It's always new.

You will notice that what we are aiming at when we fall in love is a very strange paradox. The paradox consists of the fact that, when we fall in love, we are seeking to re-find all or some of the people to whom we were attached as children. On the other hand, we ask our beloved to correct all of the wrongs that these early parents or siblings inflicted upon us. So that love contains in it the contradiction: The attempt to return to the past and the attempt to undo the past.

The past is the past. As long as it's not a mass-murderer past! You're with the person who you're with as they are now.

Trust God's love. His perfect love. Don't fear He will discover your past. He already has. Don't fear disappointing Him in the future. He can show you the chapter in which you will. With perfect knowledge of the past and perfect vision of the future, He loves you perfectly in spite of both.

The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope. Love of the past implies faith in the future.