I think that one of the struggles I have, though, is in some ways, I think ironically, I struggle with being present in the now because I spend so much of my life in my head in the future. The way I try to understand the future is I’m obsessed with the past. And so the bit that often gets missed out is right now.
—Jony Ive, Desert Island Discs, 23 de Fevereiro de 2025
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before,—
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar
Your neck turn’d so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.
Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time’s eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death’s despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?
—Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(…) in almost any situation in life the best predictor of what will happen next is what happened in the past under similar circumstances.
—Beau Lotto, Deviate, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2018
(…) E havia a minha recusa em fugir. Fugir e esconder-me eram coisas que me repugnavam. Continuava a acreditar que tinha certos traços de carácter que me distinguiam dos sacanas verdadeiramente malvados que faziam parte do passado dela.
—Philip Roth, Os Factos, D. Quixote 2014 (1988)
— Pergunta o que quiseres. Muito passado, pouco presente, sem futuro.
La Prima Notte di Quiete (1972) de Valerio Zurlini.