Past Quote by James Kavanaugh Download Open image “I have no past--the steps have disappeared the wind has blown them away.” — James Kavanaugh ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Past Steps Time Wind
GUESS WHAT ...I LOOKED AROUND TO SEE WHO WAS BEHIND ME...IT WAS NOTHING BUT MY PAST...I DIDNT MISS A STEP!!! — LEONARD PAUL ROSE Copy Share Image
Each step is sticking my past that I do not forget to remind me the story of the destruction — Mak_786 Copy Share Image
Sometimes in life we go through some stuff but I've notice that, is the past and it will remain the past but we are in our future and we have to forget that past and live in the future. I'm a new me today happy and grateful cause all that weight I was carrying has finally dropped off, so I… — Stephon Mactavous Copy Share
The past is still visible. The buildings haven't changed, the layout of the streets hasn't changed. So memory is very available to me as… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
I'm never going back to the past. It is like when I am driving - I never like to do those routes that take… — Andrea Arnold Copy Share Image
Looking at the past is like lolling in a rocking chair. It is so relaxing and you can rock back and forth on the… — Martha Graham Copy Share Image
The past is what provides us with the building blocks. Our job today is to create new buildings out of them. — Theodore Zeldin Copy Share Image
The past is for learning from and letting go. You can't revisit it. It vanishes. — Adele Parks Copy Share Image
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share
I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers / To hear… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
“Little world, full of scars and gashes, ripened with another's pain, Your flowers feed on carrion--so do your birds; Men feed on each other because you taught them life was cheap, Flowing from your endless womb without pain or understanding. No midwife caresses your flesh or bathes clean your progeny, Life spurts from you, little world, and you regard it… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share
“Now he haunts me seldom: some fierce umbilical is broken, I live with my own fragile hopes and sudden rising despair. Now I do not weep for my sins; I have learned to love them And to know that they are the wounds that make love real. His face illudes me; his voice, with its pity, does not ring in… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share
“To love is not to possess, To own or imprison, Nor to lose one's self in another. Love is to join and separate, To walk alone and together, To find a laughing freedom That lonely isolation does not permit. It is finally to be able To be who we really are No longer clinging in childish dependency Nor docilely living… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share
“Where are you hiding my love? Each day without you will never come again. Even today you missed a sunset on the ocean, A silver shadow on yellow rocks I saved for you, A squirrel that ran across the road, A duck diving for dinner. My God! There may be nothing left to show you Save wounds and weariness And… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share
Don't you know That lovers make the rains, Call forth the sun, Re-route hurricanes, And exorcise earthquakes for fun. — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
“Come to the beach with me And watch the pelicans die, Hear their feeble screams Calling to an empty sky Where once they played And scouted for food, Not scavenging like the gulls But plummeting unafraid Into friendly waters. Come to the beach with me And watch the pelicans die, Listen to their feeble screams Calling to an empty sky.… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide... — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
Little world, full of little people shouting for recognition, screaming for love, Rolling world, teeming with millions, carousel of the hungry, Is there food… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
Because after you've crossed some lines, you just keep crossing them. And there's no escaping from constant escape. Distracting ourselves. Avoiding confrontation. Getting past… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
I used to fight with hate. There's been a lot of aggression in my past growing up and stuff. That's because I was hurt… — Rose Namajunas Copy Share Image
In the past 40 years, the United States lost more than a million farmers and ranchers. Many of our farmers are aging. Today, only… — Tom Vilsack Copy Share Image
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Time is painted with a lock before, and bald behind, signifying thereby that we must take time by the forelock; for, when it is… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
I am attracted to looking at the different things language can mean even in one sometimes quite ordinary utterance. Writing is partly about listening closely to yourself as you think or compose and being aware of the different tensions and weights among the words, the different directions any one of them could lead. I like to play with the multiplicity… — Rae Armantrout Copy Share
Right before the pandemic, 'Past Lives' came across to me as something to read and possibly put myself on tape for. — Mike Faist Copy Share Image
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Liberalism is the philosophy for our time, because it does not try to conserve every tradition of the past, because it does not apply… — Pierre Trudeau Copy Share Image
I have a way to photograph. You work with space, you have a camera, you have a frame, and then a fraction of a second. It's very instinctive. What you do is a fraction of a second, it's there and it's not there. But in this fraction of a second comes your past, comes your future, comes your relation with… — Sebastiao Salgado Copy Share
