Complaining is the favorite pastime of millions.
Taste refers to the past, imagination to the future.
Many try to force the past to change.
The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.
Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.
The flesh of past lovers looks both familiar and strange.
Blackmail is one of the great pastimes of family life.
Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.
Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.
The power of the past does not depend on our knowledge of it.
The present necessarily betrays the past.
To avoid tripping on the chain of the past, you have to pick it up and wind it about you.
The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.
Studying the past may suggest new ways of going wrong.
The past is always waiting to entangle and deflect us.
Regretting the past does not prevent me from repeating it.
The avant-garde is now stranded in the past.
Profundity often goes past the issue to some deep but useless truth.
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.
Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.
The past is ignorant of the present. Be careful in taking its advice.