Water under the bridge.
One’s past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.
It’s not worth crying over spilt milk.
Many a woman has a past, but I am told she has at least a dozen, and that they all fit.
Let bygones be bygones.
The future is usually just like the past – right up to the moment when it isn’t.
The water that is past cannot make the mill go.
Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled.
The mill cannot grind with the water that is past.
The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.