Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

If nothing happened, then there's nothing to remember, she told herself, trying to sound philosophical. Of course there's nowhere to start.

She doesn't think it's a good idea to know the future, because you can hardly ever change it, so why suffer twice?

She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.

I could tell you my adventures – but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

I can't go back to yesterday — because I was a different person then.

If the future was so vague it meant perhaps that she was destined never to see it.

One couldn’t fix the past, only the present.

Sometimes it was harder to change the past than it was the future.

We won't understand a thing about human life if we persist in avoiding the most obvious fact: that a reality no longer is what it was when it was; it cannot be reconstructed.

"Don't think of what's past!" said she. "I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we! Who knows what tomorrow has in store? "

Bygones would never be complete bygones till she was a bygone herself.

She did not believe that things could remain the same in different places, and since the portion of her life that lay behind her had been bad, no doubt that which remained to be lived would be better.

I could not imagine that the future I was walking toward could compare in any way to the past that I was leaving behind.