William Shakespeare Past Quotations

The past is prologue.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

Past all shame, so past all truth.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated

They say miracles are past.

What is past is prologue.

Doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born.

O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me; But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.

Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.

Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To make them ranker.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past

For you and I are past our dancing days.

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done.

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.

Things past redress are now with me past care

Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.

Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the los Of what is past.

Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.

Remembrance of things past.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...

All, with one consent, praise newborn gawds (sic), though they are made and molded of things past