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  • I alone, the least worthy of the four Russells, had survived: better by far to walk unburdened and amnesiac from the desert of my past than to carry around the lush memories of what I had lost.

    Locked Rooms

  • I have found singular pleasure ” having accidentally raked this Buchlein from a corner of my desk ” in looking over these scraps of notices of my past existence; an illustration of J. Paul's saying that a man has but to write down his yesterday's doings, and forthwith they appear surrounded with a poetic halo.

    The Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley

  • When I think back upon my past life I, first of all, see myself as a tiny five-year-old girl, who was suffering all the time, whose heart was breaking for some one else; now for the driver, then again for the chamber-maid, or the labourer or the oppressed peasant – for at that time there was still serfdom in Russia.

    Six Red Months in Russia: An Observer's Account of Russia Before and During the Proletarian Dictatorship

  • Near tears, which the audience probably translated as great embarrassment for my past evil deeds rather than fresh heartbreak, I grabbed from Father Pastor the rolled-up piece of paper that was my diploma for the Class of 1973 and that was, as Barney Korzec had called it in his lengthy monologue, my key to the future.

    Hoopi Shoopi Donna

  • We struck a deal on the spot, and I went home and used one of the templates from my past employment to draw up a simple lease agreement dated January 2000, titled “For the Restoration and Repair of Antiques and Picture Frames.”

    Manifesting Michelangelo

  • I should feel very guilty of ingra (titude to you, & might justly incur deserve your reproach, for my past silence, had I not the following excuse to offer — the great pressure of business.

    Letter from David M. Lees to Hugh M. Lees, March 17, 1829

  • I left Spain, as I learned later, not a day too soon for my old enemy Dirk Willumhoog had in some way discovered my secret, unearthed all my past history, and was hot upon a little scheme of his own.

    Jacqueline of the Carrier-Pigeons

  • I have no more leisure to think of myself, to dream of discouraging things, to despair of human-kind, to look at my past sorrows and joys and to summon death.

    The George Sand-Gustave Flaubert Letters


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