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It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I wasn’t just the madwoman in the attic—I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.
Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.
I’m going to tell you a secret. Our lives are shaped by the future, not by the past. Once you decide how you want your life to be, all you need to do is live into that future.
The future cannot blame the present, just as the present cannot blame the past. The hope is always here, always alive, but only your fierce caring can fan it into a fire to warm the world.
Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
…the future becomes the present, the present the past, and the past turns into everlasting regret if you don’t plan for it.
Don’t think of what’s past!” said she. “I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we! Who knows what tomorrow has in store?
