There was no future and no past. The present was eternity.

How beautiful life is and how sad! How fleeting, with no past and no future, only a limitless now.

You’re guaranteed a past, but not a future.

There is no past we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternal now that builds and creates out of the past something new and better.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

We are ever looking forward or backward, ruminating on what is past, and can return no more, or anticipating the future, which may never arrive; there is nothing solid to which the heart can attach itself, neither have we here below any pleasures that are lasting.

The past is a ghost, the future a dream and all we ever have is now.

تمسّك بالآن، بالـ هُنا، حيث يغرق كل المستقبل في الماضي ….

The past is a ghost, the future is a dream, and all we ever have is now.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now does always last.

The past is a ghost, the future is a dream, all we ever have is now.

And there lies the horror: the past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a love the way we reread a book or resee a film.

The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.