Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is read more

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....

Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the read more

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.

The free world must now prove itself worthy of its own past.

The free world must now prove itself worthy of its own past.