My Past Quotes (page 4)
![Lindsay Lohan quote: "I know that in my past I was young and irresponsible - but..."](/pic/94390/600x316/quotation-lindsay-lohan-i-know-that-in-my-past-i-was-young-and.jpg)
![Nanette Lepore quote: "I really love to resurrect pieces from my past collections and..."](/pic/84194/600x316/quotation-nanette-lepore-i-really-love-to-resurrect-pieces-from-my-past.jpg)
![John Sebastian quote: "I think that my past stands me in good stead in that it does..."](/pic/74041/600x316/quotation-john-sebastian-i-think-that-my-past-stands-me-in-good-stead-in.jpg)
![Diane Keaton quote: "I'm a hoarder. For me, documentation has always been key, and..."](/pic/44203/600x316/quotation-diane-keaton-im-a-hoarder-for-me-documentation-has-always.jpg)
![Felix Baumgartner quote: "Well, to me, my past accomplishments weren't crazy. They..."](/pic/26886/600x316/quotation-felix-baumgartner-well-to-me-my-past-accomplishments-werent.jpg)
![Michael Aspel quote: "An astounding thing is that, almost every single week, I have..."](/pic/8560/600x316/quotation-michael-aspel-an-astounding-thing-is-that-almost-every-single.jpg)
![Christina Aguilera quote: "I turned to music originally because of my past and needing a..."](/pic/2323/600x316/quotation-christina-aguilera-i-turned-to-music-originally-because-of-my.jpg)
My love is as a fever, longing still. For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire his death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly...
William Shakespeare
My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. These memories, which are my life—for we possess nothing certainly except the past—were always with me. Like the pigeons of St. Mark’s, they were everywhere, under my feet, singly, in pairs, in little honey-voiced congregations, nodding, strutting, winking, rolling the tender feathers of their necks, perching sometimes, if I stood still, on my shoulder or pecking a broken biscuit from between my lips;...
Evelyn Waugh