The past was gone and the future had yet to unfold, and he knew he should focus his life on the present…yet his day-to-day existence suddenly struck him as endless and unbearable.

If it’s over, then don’t let the past screw up the rest of your life.

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable...

because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day.

Remember your past ,dream for your future but live in the present.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?