You decide that you don't want to go backward. You want to go forward. But sometimes, going 'backward' isn't really going backward, it's actually moving forward.
You learn from your mistakes, or you go backward. I'm the kind of person who wants to move forward.
I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward
While I occasionally enjoy a bout of nostalgia, I would generally rather dream forward than backward.
To sin is to be off the mark, that is, to inhibit development, contracting backward into regression rather than expanding forward into growth.
I'd rather look forward and dream, than look backward and regret.
There's no backward and no forward, no day other than this. You fill your cart as you go, and that's that.
For the first time in history we can work backward from our imagination rather than forward from our past.
Things can fall apart, or threaten to, for many reasons, and then there's got to be a leap of faith. Ultimately, when you're at the edge, you have to go forward or backward; if you go forward, you have to jump together.
I like to think that my finest hour is still ahead of me, so I can look forward rather than look backward.
Anytime you see Beyonce, Jay Z, Kanye West. Anytime a young black person's doing good, that's motivation for everybody else. Anytime, anytime, it's motivation. Use that fuel to push you forward. That's what I did.
If you are walking backward, away from something you think is a mistake, you may be right in supposing it is a mistake, but for you to be walking backward is never right. You know what happens to people who walk backward.... We are meant to walk forward, not backward, and reaction is always a matter of walking backward.
I believe that the imperative need of the day is not simply revival, but a radical reformation that will go to the root of our moral and spiritual maladies and deal with causes rather than with consequences, with the disease rather than with symptoms.
In the present age, alas! our pens are ravished by unlettered authors and unmannered critics, that make a havoc rather than a building, a wilderness rather than a garden. But, a lack! what boots it to drop tears upon the preterit?
Shall we not go on in so great a cause? Go forward and not backward. Courage, brethren; and on, on to the victory!