I realized I've spent all my life creating a past.

I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there.

My life is every moment of my life. It is not a culmination of the past.

Everyone has a past, and the downside to my life is that the past gets dragged up.

I feel like I've started a new chapter in my life, and I need to leave the past behind.

The Cosby years were a major part of my life, but it is the past; I don't really concentrate on it.

At 32, I kind of thought I was past the point where I was gonna get a break that really changed my life overnight.

The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again I'd make all the same mistakes - only sooner.

My school days were the happiest days of my life; which should give you some indication of the misery I've endured over the past twenty-five years.

It is one of the ironies of my life and in many lives that whenever you are the happiest, all of this stuff from the past will come pushing up and demand to be noticed.

If I live my life through nostalgia and what I did in the past and expect to be the new kid people have just discovered again, then unfortunately, I'm creating my own demise.

In my life, I think I have had more than two hundred significant breakthroughs that exponentially accelerated my life forward. However, each and every one of them was preceded by a breakdown that was not pretty, was often scary, and often felt like something I would not get past.

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