Quotes About Future

He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.

A mothers happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist there can only be promise of the coming woman.

Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.

La avaricia, como el amor, posee el don de la visión de los acontecimientos futuros, que presiente y adivina.

Les avares ne croient point à une vie à venir, le présent est tout pour eux. Cette réflexion jette une horrible clarté sur l'époque actuelle, où, plus qu'en aucun autre temps, l'argent domine les lois, la politique et les mœurs.

Avarice, like love, has the gift of second sight, instinctively guessing at future contingencies, and hugging its presentiments.

Married life is full of these sacred hours, which perhaps owe their indefinable charm to some vague memory of a better world. A divine radiance surely shines upon them, the destined compensation for some portion of earth's sorrows, the solace which enables man to accept life. We seem to behold a vision of an enchanted universe, the great conception of its system widens out before our eyes, and social life pleads for its laws by bidding us look to the future.

We want our Utopia now.

The future is too interesting and dangerous to be entrusted to any predictable, reliable agency. We need all the fallibility we can get. Most of all, we need to preserve the absolute unpredictability and total improbability of our connected minds. That way we can keep open all the options, as we have in the past.

At this early stage in our evolution, now through our infancy and into our childhood and then, with luck, our growing up, what our species needs most of all, right now, is simply a future.

We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent with the present, unable to take in the idea of dying, unable to sit still.

We are the first men of a Future that has not materialized. We belong to a "great age" that has not "come off". We moved too quickly for the world. We set too sharp a pace.

Vision is perhaps our greatest strength... it has kept us alive to the power and continuity of thought through the centuries, it makes us peer into the future and lends shape to the unknown.

Their children had bound them together in a way that she knew didn't always happen to other couples. Sharing stories about their children—laughing about them, wondering about their futures—was one of the greatest pleasures of her marriage. She'd married John-Paul because of the father she knew he would one day be.

Move on. Once you've hit a ball there's no point watching to see where it's going. You can't change its flight path now. You have to think about your next move. Not what you should have done. What you do now.

He didn't say he forgave her, but she took it as forgiveness. A younger couple might have spent months in counseling talking it through, but she knew they were done with it. Move on. Once you've hit a ball there's no point watching to see where it's going. You can't change its flight path now. You have to think about your next move. Not what you should have done. What you do now. She had betrayed him. He chose to still love her. There was nothing more to say.

Her future back then, thought Cat now, was like a long buffet table of exotic dishes awaiting her selection. This career or that career. This boy or that boy. Marriage and children? Maybe later—for dessert, perhaps. She didn't realize they'd start clearing the plates away so soon.

there's no point watching to see where it's going. You can't change its flight path now. You have to think about your next move. Not what you should have done. What you do now.

But we can't go back. We can only go forward.

But we can't go back. We can only go forward.

Poverty ... is already half-Christian by its very nature; it has everything to gain by a doctrine which makes so little of the present and the visible, and so much of the future and the unseen.

Time is a rigid, bonelike structure, extending infinitely ahead and behind, fossilizing the future as well as the past.