I guess sometimes the past just catches up with you... whether you want it to or not.
I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back... This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heartbreak, this discontent.
There’s no need to change the past. Because of the past we are who we are now. Every second, every action from then is linked to us here and now.
— What about the... Well, you know. Are they gone?
— No, they're not gone. And maybe they never will be. But I've gotten used to ignoring them, and I think they've given up on me. You think that's what it's like with all our dreams and our nightmares, Martin? You've got to keep feeding them for them to stay alive?
— John, they haunt you though.
— They're my past, Martin. Everybody is haunted by their past.
We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing, it may be, that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.
— You know, kid, in times like this, my buddy Timon here says, «You got to put your behind in your past».
— No, no, no. It's, 'You got to put your past behind you.' Look, kid, bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it, right?
— Right.
— Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
Don't judge people on who they used to be. Allow them to be who they are. See them "now". Not "then".