Love isn't love until it's past.

You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.

I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there's some kind of change.

It's sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.

The past is a great place and I don't want to erase it or to regret it, but I don't want to be its prisoner either.

Lust for the future, treasure the past.