A dreary sense of loneliness came over him as he realized how everything he had brought with him from home and from the old days seemed to fall away from him and let him go his own way, forgotten and forsaken. The door to the past was barred, and he stood outside, empty-handed and alone; whatever he needed and desired he must win for himself — new friends and new shelter, new affections and new memories.

I craved for the past, resented the present, and dreaded the future.

I had come to regard him as a loner with no real past and a future so vague that there was no sense talking about it.

In the Americas the white man never referred to the past but only to the future. The white man didn’t seem to understand he had no future here because he had no past, no spirits of ancestors here.

I just don’t believe in anything from my past. Anything. No memories. No regrets. No people. No trips. Nothing. A lot of our unhappiness comes from comparing things from the past to the present.

I had come to regard him as a loner with no real past and a future so vague there was no sense talking about it.

He looked upon the time that had been my future in a disturbing way. My future was his past, and being young, he was indifferent to the past.

[He] Attacks the past, but fears that, having destroyed it,
He will have nothing on which to lay his head.

He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living.

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.

A generation which ignores history has no past — and no future.

A generation which ignores history has no past —and no future.

Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.

He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable