Poem about letting go of the past

17 Short Poems About Letting Go of Love, Things or Hurt

Even if you don't typically love poetry, you may find that a particular poet speaks to you during a difficult time. Let us help you find the right verse for your situation by giving you a list to search online.

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  • Poems About Letting Go of the Past
  • Poems About Letting Go of Love
  • Poems About Letting Go of Negative Emotions
  • Poems About Letting Go After a Death
  • Poems About Letting Go of Possessions

All of these poems involve letting go. Many of them explore the grief that follows a loved one’s death, but others discuss forgiveness or letting go of a toxic relationship. 

We hope this list helps you find a poet or work that echoes the feelings you may experience or offers a bit of advice on how to continue with your life. 

Poems About Letting Go of the Past

Instead of thinking of these pieces of literature as something that you dreaded reading in high school English class, think of them as song lyrics about moving forward in life.  

When reading poetry, you don’t have to understand every line or nuance. Open yourself to the sound of the words by reading the verses out loud to yourself. 

Read through some poems about letting go of your past. 

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1. “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost

This often-quoted poem begins, 

“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour,”

Once people realize that “nothing gold can stay,” they may be able to let go of the past and learn to live for the moment.

2. “Evening” by Charles Simic

A person who wishes to let go of the past seeks peace. “Evening” by Charles Simic says that listening to what the evening grass says may help.

The concluding stanza reads:

“At night, some understand what the grass says.
The grass knows a word or two.
It is not much.
It repeats the same word
Again and again, but not too loudly.”

3. “Poem for a Survivor” by Donald Justice

Sometimes a poet puts himself inside the poem he writes. Donald Justice uses this technique when he wrote “Poem for a Survivor." It begins, 

“Holding this poem
Close, like a mirror,
I breathe upon it.”

It concludes,

“I give you chamois
To clear the surface.
I give you this sun.”

4. “Train Ride” by Ruth Stone

This poem uses the phrase “all good things come to an end." Then the poet changes her mind and gives many examples of how some things, like the “the vine-choked cypress, the oaks rattling last year’s leaves, the thump of the rails, the kite, the still white stilted heron” continue forever.

It may be easy for you to let go of the past if you focus on things that will never end.

Poems About Letting Go of Love

The poems highlighted in this section involve letting go of romantic love after a breakup or letting go of someone after death. They involve going on with life, perhaps with reservation. They may help those living in the past and refusing to embrace the life that comes “after.”

5. “In Memoriam A.H.H.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote this long poem following a close friend’s death, who died unexpectedly at 22. The poem was one of the most popular at the time. Within the 133 cantos, the reader will find a reference to many emotions associated with grief. 

One of the most quoted lines reads, “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

6. “The Trees” by Philip Larkin

Just as the trees lose their leaves to renew in the spring, so can a person who has learned to let go of a relationship.

This poem concludes:

“Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In full-grown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.”

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“We Never Let Go” by Jocelyn Soriano

This poem delivers an important message. The poet concludes her thoughts with this stanza:

“But we hold on to what is pure;
We cherish the truth we’ve found.
And what is beautiful shall always remain
Because we never really let go of love.”

8. “Recovery is” by Juansen Dizon

We would like to offer this modern poem to someone who needs to be told that you can leave a toxic relationship. This poet reminds the reader that the process will feel painful but worth it in the end.

Poems About Letting Go of Negative Emotions

This section will highlight a poem that says that death can’t control everything and two opposing poems about how people should deal with negative emotions in their lives. Hopefully, one of these works speaks to you. 

9. “Death Shall Have No Dominion” by Dylan Thomas

Most people fear death, but this poem by the great Welsh poet Dylan Thomas says that death can’t control everything. Instead, it can unify people who are divided by time and distance. It includes the line “though lovers be lost love shall not.”

10. “The human being is a guest house” by Rumi

Even though you may be trying to remove negative emotions from your life, this poem suggests that you invite them in, because eventually, you may learn from them.

This poem concludes:

“Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.”

11. “The Power of Optimism” by Mohini Puranik

This poem insists that you kick pessimism out of your life. The poem describes pain as something to defeat and suggests that the reader “turn yourself to the power of positivity.”

Poems About Letting Go After a Death

If you have watched a lot of movies about grief or have experienced it yourself, you know that you can handle the pain that follows a loved one’s death in many ways. Read through some poems about letting go after the death of a loved one.

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12. “Never More Will the Wind” by Hilda Doolittle

This sad poem includes a rather matter-of-fact tone regarding a loved one’s death. The speaker reflects on all that the deceased will no longer experience, specifically the feel of the wind, sun, and rain. It concludes with the following stanza:

“Like a bird out of our hand, 
Like a light out of our heart, 
You are gone.”

13. “After great pain a formal feeling comes” by Emily Dickinson

Even though this poem may be about the grief of losing someone to death, it may also resonate with a person experiencing heartbreak of another kind. The “letting go” referenced in the last line of the poem compares with what a person feels when freezing to death. 

Emily Dickinson did not title her poems, so they are often referred to by their first line.  

14. “Let Evening Come” by Jane Kenyon

“Let Evening Come” uniquely speaks of how it will inevitably come, just as the sun eventually sets. The last stanza of the poem says,

“Let it come, as it will, and don’t
Be afraid. God does not leave us
Comfortless, so let evening come.”

Poems About Letting Go of Possessions

Are you feeling bogged down with the “stuff of life?” Read through some poems about letting go of your possessions so that they don’t possess you.

15. "Books, Paintings” by Ryszard Krynicki

The first stanza of this poem lists all the things that can be taken from us, including “wedding rings, photos, manuscripts, five liters of blood (together ten)..."

Everything is eventually taken, 
“Except the independent, 
Nameless words,
Even if they only flow through us
Except sacred word,
Which even when written in dead languages of ice
Will see resurrection.”

16. “Question” by May Swenson

Part of the job of being a poet is to ask questions that other people may not have ever considered. In “Question,” the poet wonders what it will be like to let go of her body. It begins, 

“Body my house
My horse my hound
What will I do
When you are fallen”

17. “Loss” by Ruth Stone

This poem describes a mourner who wanders their home in the middle of the night, looking at the possessions the speaker and the deceased once shared. The possessions were devoid of meaning:

“I would stare at the cornices, the dull arrangements of furniture.
It all remained the same.
It was not even a painting.
It was objects in space without any aura. No meaning attached.
Their very existence was a burden to me.”

Are You Looking for a Funeral Poem?

Although a few of these poems about letting go, like “Nothing Gold Can Stay” or “Never More Will the Wind,” might work at a loved one’s funeral, most of these poems will help you with the deeply personal process of “letting go.”

Turn to CAKE as your ultimate resource for planning your loved one’s funeral. We have dozens of articles that will help you pick the perfect verse for the occasion. 

9 Poems About Letting Go Of The Past And Moving Forward

Published: October 2019

For many, the past year was tough. There were unforeseeable changes, unexpected diagnoses, broken relationships, the loss of loved ones, and many heartbreaking disappointments. It was a discouraging and frustrating year, one many would never want to relive. We look toward the New Year with great expectations and a yearning for the hope that things will be better. If it was a defeating year, it might feel as though there’s no possible way for things to be better. But we must each choose to move forward and put the past behind us.

Even in the darkness, light is coming. Even in the midst of the storm, a calmness is coming. Even in the midst of brokenness, restoration is possible.  

Although we cannot change the past, we can let go of it and move forward. A New Year is a chance to start fresh and leave behind the things that have brought pain and heartbreak. 

May these poems give you the hope, inspiration, and courage to let go of the past and embrace the future to pursue a life well-lived. 

    Pain Ends
    • By Katy A. Brown
    • Published: October 2016

    Growing up, I always struggled so much with things going on in my mind. My parents were sick, I kept getting my heart broken, and I even got to a point where I started harming myself. Things cruel people had said to me always circled around in my head, and it made me hate myself. I was so lost. But when I turned 15, I met someone who made me see things differently. And I was finally able to let go. The war in my mind stopped. That's why I wrote this poem.

    in Inspirational Poems

    Encouraging Poem To Let Go Of What Hurts You

    Breathe in the fresh air,
    Put your mind at ease.
    Let down your hair,
    Let it flow in the breeze.

    Let your eyes wander
    To all the beauty to be seen.
    If those toxic thoughts you still do ponder,
    Then let out a scream.

    Scream until the pain is gone,
    Until you no longer feel afraid.
    Open your eyes to a new dawn,
    Let the darkness fade.

    No longer compare yourself
    Or your flaws to others' perfections.
    Take the negativity off the shelf.
    Focus on your direction.

    Pick the sadness up off the floor,
    Sweep it into the wind.
    Close the door on self-hatred.
    Never let it back in.

    For the lies it would often tell you,
    You will no longer agree.
    Happiness and love are what you should hold onto.
    They are whom you should give the key.

    Pay no attention to the toxic thoughts,
    Listen to those who adore everything you are.
    Overthinking was what you once were taught,
    But now those thoughts you put in a jar.

    Focus on your goals,
    Never lose your fight.
    It's time to open new scrolls.
    Everything will be all right.

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    Changing The Past
    • By Donna
    • Published: July 2011

    What inspired me to write this poem was my brother. He was going through some bad stuff, but it was fixable. It wasn't as bad as what a lot of people go through in this world. Actually, he selfishly brought it on himself. I tried to talk to him as much as I could, but he wouldn't listen. He refused to let it go. He just kept holding onto it. When I couldn't get through to him, I wrote this poem because I needed to write my feelings down, and this is what came out. Hopefully you enjoy it.

    in Life Lesson Poems

    Poem About Letting Go Of The Past

    The past is the past for a reason.
    That is where it is supposed to stay,
    But some cannot let it go.
    In their heads it eats away

    Until all their focus becomes
    The person they used to be,
    The mistakes they made in their life.
    Oh, if only they could see

    That you cannot change what happened,
    No matter how hard you try,
    No matter how much you think about it,
    No matter how much you cry.

    What happens in your lifetime
    Happens for reasons unknown,
    So you have to let the cards unfold.
    Let your story be shown.

    Don't get wrapped up in the negative.
    Be happy with what you have been given.
    Live for today not tomorrow.
    Get up, get out, and start living,

    Because the past is the past for a reason.
    It's been, and now it is gone,
    So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
    It's done, it's unchangeable; move on.

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    • By Shianne
    • Published: December 2017

    I wrote this poem about trying to change. I spent so long being angry at everyone, and I'm trying to change now.

    in Hope Poems

    Poem About Trying To Change And Be Happy

    My heart flows through this icy land.
    Come and take my lonely hand.
    Show me how to make things right.
    Cry these tears no more tonight.

    Sing this sorrowful song into the air.
    Try to live without a care.
    Look up at the stars in the sky.
    Dry those tears from your eye.

    Lift your head, bring your smiles back.
    Paint your world with color instead of black.
    Undo your lies, make them true.
    Don't let your anger take over you.

    Open your eyes, what do you see?
    There's so many things that you could be
    If instead of thinking, you actually tried
    And forgot about the tears you cried.

    You could be living in a world of hope
    And letting go, learning how to cope.
    With everything life throws your way
    And living your fullest every day.

    You can force the shadows back to the dark.
    Leave without a single scratch or mark.
    You can learn to live without your pain,
    Without putting yourself through this strain.

    You can learn all this if you only realize
    It only matters what perfect is in your eyes.

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    Don't Look Back
    • By Judy
    • Published: December 2012

    Written for my special friend...

    in Courage Poems

    Just keep on walking,
    A small voice said.
    Don't dare look back.
    Look straight ahead.

    Yes, so many things
    Have changed.
    Think they'd stay
    As you arranged?

    Be strong and brave.
    Calm your fears.
    Keep that chin up.
    Dry your tears.

    Yes, love hurt
    And broke your heart.
    Keep your head
    And heart apart.

    Don't cry over
    What you have had.
    At least you had it.
    Don't be sad.

    This will be tough,
    But time will heal.
    Perhaps a new life
    Will then reveal.

    You are not new
    To this whole game.
    You gave your best.
    You're not to blame.

    The hardest thing
    There is to do
    Is love someone
    Who does not love you.

    So is it worth it?
    What's to gain
    When you love someone
    Who brings you pain?

    Just walk away
    And stand up tall.
    Count your blessings,
    One and all!

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    Start Fresh
    • By Ruchi Katendra
    • Published: July 2017

    This is my story. For the first time in a very long time I've had an opportunity to start fresh, so I want to convey my feelings through this poem. This poem is about forgetting the bad things that happened to you and starting fresh.

    in Inspirational Poems

    Forgetting The Past And Starting Over

    I wanna start fresh...

    and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,
    but not forget how glorious and essential it was to me.

    Forget the memories that make me weak and sad,
    but not forget the memories that are an anchor to my strength.

    Forget the people who caused me pain,
    but not forget those who were with me in heavy rain.

    Forget my past, mistakes, and regrets,
    but not forget the lessons I learned from them.

    Forget the days when I cried silently, not aloud,
    but not forget the same days that make me strong.

    Forget the old me, find myself and explore,
    and emerge and shine as never before.

    This is why
    I wanna start fresh.

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    Learning To Let Go
    • By Liz Newman
    • Published: December 9, 2021

    in Change Poems

    Letting go doesn’t
    always look how you think it will.
    Sometimes it happens all at once.
    Sometimes it’s in phases.
    Oftentimes it requires a few tries
    and heartfelt goodbyes.
    Even when it’s good for you,
    letting go is hard on a heart.
    But like the changing seasons,
    we will learn to change too.
    In time, in time,
    In time…

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    Letting Go
    • By S.C. Lourie
    • Published: December 9, 2021

    in Change Poems

    She was scared to let go.
    She was worried that everything might fall apart.
    But she felt this heaviness, every day, growing in her heart.
    So she took a deep breath.
    She opened her hands and let it all go.
    And what’s when she saw beauty above her brow,
    telling her it was now *her* time to grow.
    Releasing her fears, she realised what it felt like to be free.
    It felt amazing, she felt like the joyous girl
    she once used to be.
    The chains in her mind had lied to her, saying that they
    were present to hold everything in place.
    But now her wings held everything together.
    It was time to fold her fears away.

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    We're Better Than Yesterday
    • By Mg.ra
    • Published: September 2016

    I wrote this poem to tell you that the past is just a time.

    in Change Poems

    Moving On And Being Strong

    Don't be worried about the past.
    Things like that never last.
    We're better than yesterday.
    We never run out of things to say.

    If you're strong yesterday,
    You're strong every day.
    The past makes us stronger.
    It does not make us weaker.

    The past make us realize
    That we're better than this.
    Past is just a time,
    But it will never be missed.

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    Starting Over
    • By Tatum
    • Published: March 2008

    Figuring out life.

    in Change Poems

    Poem About Changing And Becoming Your Own Person

    I'm trying to find something to base my life upon,
    Something in this strange world that goes on and on.
    As the years go by and time fades away,
    What used to be "good days" are now filled with dismay.
    Tomorrow comes, and then again it goes,
    And my ambition to become something more grows and grows.
    Around the corner, yet miles away,
    The life I want now gets closer each day.
    All I've ever wanted was something to live for.
    I don't want to be this little person anymore.
    I've been basing my life upon what others think.
    I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink.
    I've fought to become who I am and what I want to be.
    I have to remind myself that one day I will be free,
    Free from the rules I followed as a child,
    When everything was a game and life was so mild.
    Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair,
    And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares.
    It's like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me
    And what I think about the way some things should be.
    I understand now that I'm pretty much on my own,
    And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known.
    All the time I think about everything I can't say, what I have to keep in,
    And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen.
    Soon I hope to find out who I am and what I am meant to become.
    I want to know where I'm going.
    I don't need to be reminded of where I came from.

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20 poems and quotes about memory and the past. My selection. Part 1: neznakomka_18 — LiveJournal


Like a strange woman, the one that is inaccessible,
From whom you expect nothing,
It is not difficult to fall in love with the past and the future,
Because you do not live with them.

Felix Krivin


Don't look back at the past,
Leaving -
go away...
Over the burnt bridges abandoned

rains run away.

They run away to unmowed meadows,
Where blue
forest. ..
Do not look back at the past -
There are no miracles

A ripe ear will bend to the boundary -
and break

The October foliage is on fire
The sunset is blazing
Please don't look back -
Don't go back

The distant echo will not respond,
Do not hope,
do not wait ...
Farewell words are burning out -
Leaving -
leaving ...

Luthel Eder


Do not go into your own past,
Do not disturb your memory in vain.
Do not bring back good things from youth.
This is both sad and beautiful.

Do not look for cleansing today
From sin or unintentional stupidity,
Do not correct sins in the past.
This is both beautiful and sad.

Do not torment your soul with the impossible:
"...it was necessary to...",
"...I would...",
"...if only again..."
Not realized - false,
What didn't happen is deceitful.

Truth - harsh and real,
Every moment - with victories and dramas.
The truth, alas, is not relative,
A - with concrete pink scars.

And let yesterday remain -
Reserved. The one that won't be forgotten.
Don't waste a drop of the real...
Sculpt the truth. And let it come true!

Valery Marchenko


Unfortunately or fortunately
The truth is simple:
Never return
To the former places.

Even if the ashes
Looks good,
Can't find what we're looking for,
Neither you nor me.

Travel back
I would forbid,
I ask you, as a brother,
Don't trouble your soul.

Otherwise I'll be torn along the trail -
Who will bring me back? -
And I'll leave on felt boots
In the forty-fifth year.

I'll guess in the forty-fifth,
Where - my God! -
There will be a young mother
And the father is alive.

Gennady Shpalikov


Fleeing from despair,
Stumbling on doubts,
How you believe in promises,
How cold you are from oblivion.

In the reflections of the former sensitivity
All hopes - about the return,
The soul is defenseless to fragility
If it prays for forgiveness.

Flying away into the pre-dawn
Become a star for one wish -
What if the unrequited will dissipate?
Suddenly understanding will be found?

On the steps into the outgoing
The illumination is getting weaker downwards,
The present is dissolving
If the past is a consolation.

And the planet to draw circles,
Fulfilling the destiny,
Even if in your uselessness
you decide to fall.

After all, the answer is still silence,
Are nights darker than dark?
Your star's extinction
Imperceptibly for the huge sky.

Do not rush to extinguish the glow,
Keep good things in your hearts,
And forgiving for not returning,
Let your loved ones go to the past ...0003 It sang so well and smoothly,
But now I look into your face
And I think:
Where did everything go?

But the memory of the past keeps,
My soul longs for you. ..
So, shuddering,
Still flying
A bird killed in flight.

Vasily Fedorov


I left.
No use now
Between us
With all heights
Just a stone
And gray air.

I left.
There are centuries between us.
That's how far you are!

Vasily Fedorov

-- Why is the car's front-view glass so big, and the rear-view mirror so small? This is because our past is not as important as our future. But there is no front-view mirror at the rear window at all - if you turn around to look at the "past", you will be completely deprived of control of the future. Look only forward, and only occasionally in the rear-view mirror. To avoid repeating past mistakes.


People rarely regret divorce. Because they understand with their heads: "there would be no life there." But still, my God, my heart is sometimes sorry. What didn't work. What they couldn't. Even if both are already happy with others. Even if these others give birth to children and give apartments. Does not matter.

I remember that I arrived in my hometown and immediately, near the station, bang! - Met my ex-husband. My heart pounded like a neighbor, Aunt Masha, locked in an elevator. Why all of a sudden? I didn't remember this man.0003 has been around for several years now, but come on… His hands were trembling. "Hi. How are you? Still in Moscow? Happy?" We smiled embarrassedly, walked along Pushkinskaya - I wanted to walk after the train, and he wanted to walk next to me. Near the fortieth house, I found out that he was married. Near forty-four that he has a child. Daughter. And of course, her name is like me.

“You're an idiot, you know? - I twirled my fingers in front of his nose, as if screwing in a light bulb. "Complete cretin." “Yes, you have nothing to do with it at all! I just like the name." Well, of course I don't. He just likes the name. And I like to walk along this cobblestone pavement and quarrel with the person with whom I, pardon the pathos, was once the same flesh. Maybe you shouldn't have left then? Maybe you should have stayed and given birth to his daughter? Which is better: what I have, or what I could have?.. Stopped near my house. "Well, bye?" – “Bye”

Dina Rubina has a story “At a Long Traffic Light” about how a woman saw a young couple in a car who were arguing about something. They, these two, reminded her of her youth, her own ridiculous,
unfortunate first marriage: “Stormy nights gave way to fierce daytime quarrels ... No luck: heavy and strong love, the one that usually falls out to a pacified person beaten by life, was given to them not by age , not in height. So the brutal commander throws recruits to the deadly sector of the front, knowing in advance that they are doomed ... ”How many such marriages in the world - do not count. We fight, we grab each other with violent force, trying to hold on, survive, survive. Useless. Unpromising, as it is now fashionable to say. It's just not destiny.

We are good with others. We are calm and comfortable in a new relationship. But this old bitch-love does not rust, does not rust. And if suddenly we meet at the station, at a party, in a traffic jam or at the merry show "Two Stars" of a person whose last name appears in our passport under the heading
"Divorce registered", the past covers us like a ninth wave. There's nothing you can do about it. After all, if marriages are made in heaven, then divorces must not be recorded anywhere except in the barn books of registry offices. We, failed spouses, can quarrel as much as we like, curse each other and part with relief, having previously killed all the dishes in the house, but there, above the blue sky, our names still remain written side by side, in one column called "Family".

We can't get rid of each other. That's why Lolita Milyavskaya cried when her ex-unlucky husband lay down next to her on stage. Therefore, Kristina Orbakaite, to the question of the cunning Oksana Pushkina: “Do you still dream of Volodya?” She suddenly covered her face with her hands. That is why the pages of Sergei Dovlatov's books dedicated to "terrible Taska" are the most lyrical in all his prose.
Remember how he, a happy husband and father of two children, flies from New York to Los Angeles for a conference and meets his first wife there , with which he broke up fifteen years ago? Remember how they start to quarrel exactly from the same place where they once stopped? How, with horror, he realizes that his whole life can fly into hell: "Now Taska will ask:" Do not go away, "and I'll stay. I feel that I'll stay. And I don't even feel it, but I know ... How long can this go on? How long can this disgrace go on?! And then I thought with horror that this was forever. Since it happened, that's all. There will be no end. Until the very, as they say, grave. Or, how would it be more elegant
to put it, to the fatal line.

There are no former lovers in the world. We still love. Maybe not so much the person himself, but that time, themselves in that time. After all, there was happiness. True true. Whatever we say now.

Of course, you cannot step into the same river twice. We know it. Oh, how well we know. Therefore, we don’t even say
: “Maybe we’ll try again?” None of us believe in this. And even if we pronounce it, if we try, we very quickly understand how pathetic and absurd it all is.

In general, all that remains in our memory is some kind of doom, once and for all acquired spiritual dependence. You can not remember past love for a hundred years, you can even forget what this person’s middle name was, but suddenly all this long-forgotten ka-a-ak will come out. How it whips backhand. The old photo will fall out of the box on the mezzanine. The taxi driver will play "your" song on Retro FM. An unfamiliar girl, passing by, will leave behind a train of native spirits. In the morning, in the arms of the second husband, for some reason, the first one will be dreamed of. I will dream of "a day that will not return, and a person who will not come."
- What the hell? you ask him. - What is this fashion to get into other people's dreams?
And he will say with his usual insolence:
- How dare you? Who gave you the right to be so happy?
- But it was you who left me.
- Yes. But first you left me.
And for half an hour, until the alarm rings, you will sort things out. Already at the door he turns around:
- You know what I'm thinking about?
- About what?
- I think it's better to kiss one woman in your life. Because there is repetition.

You will wake up covered in tears and snot. And your real, real current man will ask: “What happened?”. You blow your nose into a napkin, drink a glass of water, extended by a caring hand, sigh: “Estimate, I dreamed that I was fired.”

Eh, how you want to say something correct, sublime like: “Don't part with your loved ones”, but whoever succeeds. People will still scatter, they will get their divorce certificates printed on gray mourning papers. They will pack their bags and leave, leaving the keys on the table in the hallway. They will cut forgotten ties into pieces and shout into telephone handsets: “This one doesn’t live here anymore!” They will say with a smile: “We will remain friends”, realizing that this is the last lie.

Not that it's a tragedy, no. That's life. But you should always remember that you can’t leave forever. Even if they go thousands of kilometers apart. And since today we have a really literary evening, I want to quote one more work - Tolstoy's "The Devil". The hero in his youth had a long relationship with a woman whom he could not forget later all his life: “And why did he invent that she would rush to him like that? She has her own husband; only I am such a scoundrel that I have a wife, and a good one, and I run after someone else's. So he thought, sitting in a hut that leaked in one place and dripped from its straw. And what happiness it would be if she came. Alone here in this rain. Just once again hug her, and then come what may. Oh yes, he remembered, if there was one, then you can find it in the footsteps. He looked at the ground of the path that had been cut to the hut and not overgrown with grass, and a fresh trace of a bare foot, still rolling, was on it.

This is how it will be, dear ones, for the rest of your life. Traces of your favorite feet on the wet ground. Everywhere. Is always. Beside.

(c) Natalia Radulova


Let your loved ones go into the past,
Do not live in empty hope,
Let them, ingrown into your soul,
Do not disturb with cooled tenderness.

Silence the despair in yourself,
Drive away the sadness of the heart,
After all, the answer is still silence,
Emptiness and eternal separation.

Let your loved ones go into the past,
Do not look for solace in it,
All of a sudden I dreamed all that good
Under hypnosis or suggestion.

Your beloved - alas, not loving,
Once I could cut off so quickly,
What does not melt today, in the future,
Your bitterness is like a vengeful ghost.

I would erase all our past.
Spring smiles without you.
Love has shattered to bits,
What is it that clings to my memory?..

Your Lena


Men never come back... No matter how much we dream about this happening. Men go to other women and sometimes love them much more than us, who have already been taught by us, who have become more mature and experienced.

Men don't remember us much. They don't have that same "memory" that keeps us awake at night. They don't go through episodes from this long or short film of our relationship. The men go to someone. And the one, the other, replaces our whole world with them, without which, it would seem, they cannot live. They can. And at the same time they remain very satisfied and satisfied.

Now it's not about how long they will be happy with this other. Time goes on and changes everything, like a river, the course of which inexorably carries water to some goal, to some deep waters of the seas and oceans, in order to dissolve in them and be absorbed by them . ..

The men never come back. Because for them, reflection is death. They cannot think about their feelings, about the truth. They must survive in this world, they must feed on new energies. We, the abandoned ones, remain read books for them… Yes, sometimes you can turn over your favorite pages that have been read to holes, but nothing more. New books and new women surround our only ones, such dear ones, such beloved ones. We selflessly love them - and drunks, and madmen, and traitors, and idiots. We pity them, and love them, and think that only we can make them happy, and only we know how it is better for them to live and what to do. But this is our illusion, with which we live for years and which we cherish even after we have been abandoned. After we have already been shown specifically in practice: dear, you mean nothing to me at the moment. Thank you, of course, for everything you want, but I don't need you. I'm fine without you. And you come on, do not suffer, everything will be fine!

The men leave and close the door behind them forever. And we keep waiting for them. We are digging into an even greater illusion, which is already associated with pain and suffering. And we so want to get out of it and plunge into it even more, hoping that they will return to us. It's a vicious circle. And there's only one way to get out of it.

See the truth and burn your illusion in the fire (choose the fire yourself - the fire of love, the fire of anger or suffering). You are different people. You have nothing more in common, even if you have common children and apartments. He is the same Vasya Petrov, like everyone else passing by Vasya. HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU. He can amuse his pride, seeing your suffering, and even communicate with you sometimes, but he is NOT YOUR MAN. He betrayed you! Betrayed your feelings, betrayed your past, betrayed your dreams of happiness. So FORGET IT!

How can you forget? If thoughts themselves climb into the head, if any mention of him causes waves and peace immediately turns into some kind of riot of emotions. Very simple.
Understand a simple thing: Men never come back! Do not wait for it and do not deceive yourself, and do not feed your Ego with empty hopes. He sleeps in the arms of another, she feeds him with her cooking, she saws him, and she owns him. You are no longer in his life. The book lies on a shelf among other tattered books.
One hope that some other Reader will read it. But that's another story….


Men always come back. Such is their nature: to achieve love, lose interest, quit, and then return. Moreover, they want to return when you are not interested, when life is in full order and a new love has met.

And then he calls you or meets you on the street by chance, offers to see you. And I really want to agree. Because spring or autumn, because memories come.

Once upon a time he was that very thing for you, the one and only. But you broke up, perhaps on your initiative, but with the hope that he would try to return. However, time passes, and there are no attempts to stop the separation. And you scold yourself for stupidity, but pride does not allow you to come by yourself. Yes, there is nowhere to go. You saw him with someone else. They were good together, they kissed and held hands. He hugged her, like once you, with the hand of the owner, and you remember how pleasant it was to be in these arms. Understand that he does not want to let you go even for a minute. Memories.

Or maybe he took the plunge and you weren't ready for it at all. It happens that way too. It just all happened so unexpectedly. After all, he sought you for a long time, walked with his tail, and when you took a step towards him, he was immensely happy. Everything was very good, even excellent. But one day he said that your relationship had become insipid, that he began to get tired of them. Naturally, you begin to blame yourself for the breakup. Look for reasons, and even find them.

It seems to you that you have begun to take less care of yourself or have turned into a homebody, or maybe you have not learned how to cook his favorite borscht. Then you suffer for a long time, you worry. Everything falls out of hand, I don’t want to work, but I don’t want to work, I don’t want to live. And you start to exist. Sometimes you even call him. You meet him. Of course, he looks great, tells something, laughs. And it gets even worse from his appearance. Because you're mad at yourself. You are angry for what you are going through, you cannot live normally and you constantly think about him.

He's doing just fine without you. Seeks another, maybe she is already the third or fourth since you broke up. You get angry, and at that moment comes the desire to show that you are also well, that you also live. At night, for the thousandth time, you replay the moment of the next meeting. Either you are at a party surrounded by fans, or at a resort with friends, and sometimes you marry a handsome millionaire. At night you regret that dreams do not become reality.

And so time passes. All bad things are forgotten, you no longer want to take revenge or be better than you really are. Work begins to bring joy, and happy girlfriends are no longer annoying. And flirting ...

You don't understand how you ever got along without him. And then, when I was with him and after you broke up. It turns out that you are not unhappy at all, just free. In addition, men make it clear that they are interested in you, that you are not some kind of crippled, as he said, but a normal, beautiful woman.

And then a man appears. He is not handsome and not even a millionaire. Or maybe both. He smiles at you and compliments you. You are pleased, and the heart begins to beat quickly, quickly. Wings appear again behind the back. You are in love and are embarrassed to look into his eyes, although you are no longer a girl. First kiss, first night. You are happy and he proposes to you, or maybe just happy together. You forgot about the past life, about the past love. Or rather, I didn’t completely forget, only pleasant memories remained, you are happy.

And then, the climax, he appears. It doesn't matter how. Did you meet him by chance, or did he dial your phone number. He asks to meet, says that he understood what a stupid thing he did and puts you before a choice. Meet, plunge into the pool again or refuse? In the evening you look at a sleeping man, the one who managed to give you happiness and who doesn’t care how you look and whether you know how to cook borscht. You look and think: to meet or not?

You know, I have decided everything for myself. There will be no more meetings. It is not for nothing that folk wisdom says that you cannot enter the same river twice. It's true... tried....because they always come back! If he wants, be his friend. Indeed, it would be cruel! After all, there is no worse fate than to see you joyful and happy, not accepting a return.
Men always come back, but you can't step into the same river twice...

Alice Sher


The past is a lie, for memory there are no ways back, each past spring is irrevocable, and the most insane and enduring love is just fleeting feeling.

G. Marquez
One Hundred Years of Solitude


Numbers and schemes triumph -
Life is gloomy and perverse ...
Never, no one
Do not call back.

Reversibility is a lie,
The essence of the movement is malevolent,
Neither him nor her.
Will not give you back.

Eternal account: who - whom!
Pain - odd, non-multiple,
Neither her nor him
Will not let go back.

Time is torn, blinding -
Battle, your feat of arms ...
Neither others nor yourself
Do not call back!

Irina Snegova

I'm not going to you. So much time has washed away!
I'm not going to you. You are not included in my account.
I'm going to silence. Long and dull.
Knocking wheels, moving backwards.

I'm going to yesterday. Back. At random.
There, where nothing has changed,
Where we no longer have power over everything
To break with our current strength.

I'm not going to you. When was all this?...
You can sleep quietly, as the righteous sleep.
I'm going to autumn. Into the one that
sprinkled me with lights from head to toe.

I'm going to that land that tormented me so much,
Where everything but you is sweet to me.

Irina Snegova


No need to come to the ashes,
No need to travel to the past, like me,
Search in empty ashes, like cats search,
A vain trail of burned-out housing.

There is no need to wish for a meeting with those
Whom we loved a long time ago,
A vivid feeling of loss
It is given to us to endure from these meetings.

Their hour has passed. They are already similar
to a Wizard who has lost his power,
Cursing them is ridiculous and inconvenient,
It is pointless to bow after them.

No need to come to the ashes
And stand as I stand now.
A cold wind whistles over the wasteland
And dust sweeps over my head.

Irina Snegova


The past cannot be recreated in its entirety. It can be invented. It can be imagined and pretend that this is exactly what happened. You can deceive yourself and others, but you cannot create anew what has already passed.

Chuck Palahniuk


Those who remember their past still remember it not as it really was.

Chuck Palahniuk


We must continue life where it left off yesterday, and we are painfully aware that we are doomed to continuously waste our strength, spinning around in the same tiring circle of habitual stereotyped activities. Sometimes in these moments we feel a passionate desire, having opened our eyes, to see a new world that has changed overnight, to our joy, a world in which everything has taken on new forms and dressed in vibrant, bright colors, a world full of changes and new secrets, a world where there is no place for the past, or a very modest place is allotted, and if this past is still alive, then, in any case, not in the form of obligations or regrets, for even the memory of happiness has its own bitterness, and the memory of past pleasures causes pain.

…the beauty of the past is that it is the past.

Oscar Wilde.
Portrait of Dorian Gray.

Quotes and statuses about the past

It happens that you cross out the past and roam there for some things.
Roman Nadiryan

The human soul is complex - a speck, a dot, a speck of dust can inadvertently push it into the past. And the past rarely touches the mind - more often it squeezes our heart.
Stanislav Rodionov

No one forbids you from time to time to remember the past, but please stop living it.
Sergei Bodrov

They say you shouldn't look back at the past. And I like to look back, because there remained: my childhood and youth, there I was given a lot of love and happy moments of my life that will never happen again, presented by the most dear and beloved people to me - my parents. Besides, looking back is not living in the past.
Tatyana Pashkova

If you don't know what will happen next, take a good look at what has already happened.
Chuck Palahniuk

Say "thank you" to what's left behind. Let it be unpleasant and painful. But it certainly taught us something important.
Elchin Safarli

If you want to be happy, don't search your memory.
Emil Michel Cioran

Say thank you to what is left behind. Let it be unpleasant and painful. But it certainly taught us something important.
Elchin Safarli

And why is the past such an infection that it does not disappear at all, even when it is vital?
Elchin Safarli

Letting go of the past means being able to say out loud "everything is gone"...
Elchin Safarli

I don't miss the past, it's just dear to me....
Elchin Safarli

Give me back the past - there was such a wonderful future.

Say "thank you" to what is left behind. Let it be unpleasant and painful. But it certainly taught us something important.

If the past is chasing you, it means you haven't let it go yet.

Sometimes it is useful to remember the past in order to appreciate the present more.

How often the past knocks at my door. Shouts and whispers - asks to enter. Promises good, but I do not believe him. I know I'm out of my way with the past.

Those who do not understand their past are doomed to relive it again and again.

It is better not to ignore the past, but to learn from it. Otherwise, history may repeat itself.

Do not feel sorry for yourself and do not scold yourself for the past - because you tried to be happy.

Don't look back. The past must remain where you left it. Let it look at your back - and envy!
Don't try to fix the past. Better do your best not to spoil the future.

Do not look into the past - you have already been there and seen everything, go to the front, it will be more interesting there.

No one forbids you from time to time to remember the past, but please - Stop living it.

Never go back to the past... it kills your precious time... Stories don't repeat themselves... people don't change. .. Never wait for anyone... don't stand still... Just go forward and don't look back... People who you are needed .... definitely ... they will catch up with you ... if they really need you ...

If you let go of the past, you will receive the future.

Whether it's bad or good - it's not worth stirring up... That's why it's the past, so that they don't live anymore.

Look at the clock. Arrows run only forward. Do you know why? Because the past doesn't matter anymore.

The past holds us just as much as we ourselves hold on to it.

The past is worthy of your gratitude just because you are still alive.

The past cannot be returned, but how can it be turned out...

The past must be remembered. But they can't live.

It's good where we are not. In the past, we are no longer there, and it seems beautiful.

A person will never be able to write a new page in his life if he constantly turns over and rereads the old ones....

The better our present is, the less we think about the past.

- I want to see you.
- I'm gone.
- Where are you?!
- Where you left me. In your past...

Don't waste time endlessly revisiting past mistakes or missed opportunities. There is still a long life ahead, we have no reason to look back.
Adele Ashworth

It's good where we are not: in the past we are no longer there and it seems beautiful
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Bury your past, or your past will bury you.
Brad Dee Heaven

The past is the past, to leave it behind.
Victoria Litvinenko

Which of you has ever sawed sawdust in your life? Of course, no one can cut sawdust. They are already drunk. The same with the past. When you start worrying about things that have already passed, you are in the business of sawing sawdust.
Dale Carnegie

The past can be too heavy to carry around with you. Sometimes it is worth forgetting about it for the sake of the future.
JK Rowling

If someone asked me if I would like to go back in time, I would say that it was enough for me that I had been there once.

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