Quotes About Present

One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

For he to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives. To realise the nineteenth century, one must realise every century that has preceded it and that has contributed to its making. To know anything about oneself one must know all about others.

For the past is what man should not have been.  The present is what man ought not to be.  The future is what artists are.

I think after Christmas would be better for publication: I am hardly a Christmas present.

The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. They have absolutely no respect for dyed hair.

You always want to know what one has been doing. I always want to forget what I have been doing.

Umie? si? cieszy?. Ze wszystkiego. Nie oczekiwa?, ?e w przysz?o?ci zdarzy si? co?, co b?dzie prawdziwe. Mo?liwe bowiem, ?e prawdziwe przychodzi w?a?nie teraz, a w przysz?o?ci nic pi?kniejszego ju? nie nadejdzie

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these

I congratulate myself on not having arrived into this world until the present time. This age suits my taste.

It was some time before this happened, for he had got a very fine hand indeed. I suppose it wasn't often that the boys of Market Snodsbury Grammar School came across a man public-spirited enough to call their head master a silly ass, and they showed their appreciation in no uncertain manner. Gussie may have been one over the eight, but as far as the majority of those present were concerned he was sitting on top of the world.

Lord Emsworth had one of those minds capable of accommodating but one thought at a time--if that.

New York is an egotist. It will suffer no divided attention. Look at me! says the voice of the city imperiously, and its children obey. It snatches their thoughts from their inner griefs, and concentrates them on the pageant that rolls unceasingly from one end of the island to the other. One may despair in New York, but it is difficult to brood on the past; for New York is the City of the Present, the City of Things that are Going On.

Each hour, Each day

Hoy es hoy, y ayer se fue. No hay duda.

no te vayas al cielo, alcanza las manzanas, no las nubes, ésas déjalas ir por el cielo, irse hacia el pasado. Tú eres tu presente, tu manzana: tómala de tu árbol, levántala en tu mano, brilla como una estrella, tócala, híncale el diente y ándate silbando en el camino.

The brain is basically a bureaucrat. It looks at the past, applies it to the present and uses it as a map to predict the future. It literally makes up stories.

God Sophie... If there were any chance we could be together... If there were any woman I'd want to be the mother of my... Shit, this is so hard. No, Hunt, it's simple. If right now is all we have, if this is all we get, then I'll grab it with both hands and take all I can.

Present, past, future, no more for me, But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere. Planets, stars, stardust, earth, Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms, Creation's molding furnace, Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods, Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come, Every blade of grass, myself, mankind, Each particle of universal dust, Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust, I swallowed, transmuted all Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!

Achilles lives in the present. He remembers the past, not without regret, but increasingly without resentment. He rarely, if ever, thinks about the future, because there is no future. It's amazing how easily he's come to accept that. His life rests like a dandelion clock on the palm of his open hand, a thing so light the merest breath of wind can carry it away.

Time moves funny and it's hard to pin down. Occasionally, time offers you a hundred opportunities to do the right thing. Sometimes, it gives you only one chance.

This palace,' he had said, 'is a small city, past lying close to present like one shoe next to another. If you look at them in a mirror, left becomes right, present becomes past...

At any rate, Therese thought, she was happier than she ever had been before. And why worry about defining everything?

I'm going to enjoy what I've got as long as it lasts.

It shook Therese in the profoundest part of her where no words were, no easy words like death or dying or killing Those words were somehow future, and this was present. An inarticulate anxiety, a desire to know, know anything for certain, had jammed itself in her throat for a moment she felt she could hardly breathe.