Quotes About Future

Cambodia possesses now the rights to look far into the future and everything for making a future construction is waiting for the Cambodian own efforts.

Pakistan could continue to survive as it has done so far and defy further negative predictions. But if it does not grow economically sufficiently, integrate globally and remains mired in ideological debates and crises, how would its next seven decades be any different from the past seventy years?

Whether things turn out for the better depends on what we do. We ought not spend our time masterminding the future, but recognize our marching orders: to do the best we can for history and the planet.

My point has always been that, ever since the Industrial Revolution, science fiction has been the most important genre there is.

You need to read more science fiction. Nobody who reads science fiction comes out with this crap about the end of history

The greatest gift this generation can give future generations is a HEALTHY PLANET.

A man who plants a tree could never be called a pessimist.

The future of Conservatism lies in our beliefs and values, not by throwing them away. We need to shed associations that bind us to past failures, but hold faith with those things that make us Conservatives.

Stage 1: The Industrial Era, from the early 1800s to 1945, when atmospheric CO2 exceeded the upper limit of Holocene variation; and Stage 2: The Great Acceleration, from 1945 to the present, "when the most rapid and pervasive shift in the human-environment relationship began." (They also—over-optimistically, I'd say—predicted that a third stage, "Stewards of the Earth," would begin in 2015.)

A particularly frightening observation: even if emission levels are reduced, by 2070 Earth will be the hottest it has been in 125,000 years, which means it will be "hotter than it has been for most, if not all, of the time since modern humans emerged as a species 200,000 years ago.

Perhaps in another few thousand years, the aliens who take over our planet will note the quaint and weird sport of Association Football, an ancient forerunner to whatever becomes their modern foot-and-ball game. Perhaps it will be played with the heads of vanquished humans.

You will attract the younger generation and they might well prove tougher than the older generation. What we are trying to do is to look at the future and see what we can do to bring some stability back to people's lives.

Imagine going through years of your life with the gut feeling that none of it really matters yet, that it will start at some point in the future, and that the present doesn't really count. Does this feeling seem familiar? Have you ever told yourself that everything will ultimately fall into place once you [fill in the blank]? Who wouldn't wind up numbed to real hope and possibility after exerting so much energy for stuff that really doesn't matter?

Only through history can we learn for the future.

Desigur, viitorul este mereu deschis, niciodat? clar sau predeterminat de o cale unic? de urmat.

Few at this point had the foresight to realize that the path laid out by Providence led into the abyss.

We always thought the robot apocalypse would be fleets of killer drones and war mecha the size of apartment blocks and terminators with red eyes. Not a row of mechanised checkouts

Ian McDonald

Time entered the small and tightly bounded universe and gave all things a past out of which they had come, a present through which they were passing, and a future toward which they were progressing. All things. Except himself.

He remembered questions swarming like flocks of birds, voices filled with consternation, some soft, some sibilant, some somber, some shrill. He remembered that all the questions had been directed at him and that he had answered each and every questioning voice. But he did not know what he had answered. —You will forget, was his final memory. There his history ended, without a future, without a name.

He remembered that all the questions had been directed at him and that he had answered each and every questioning voice. But he did not know what he had answered. —You will forget, was his final memory. There his history ended, without a future, without a name.

Perhaps not without a future. His future would be a future of questions, of remembering all that he had forgotten. And perhaps that was all the future he needed, the act of asking was an end in itself.

He returned the scanned cartoon, already worming its way through the Armitage-Weir computer system toward the laser printers of tomorrow's newsstands. "There you go, cizzen. Many thankings.

Ian McDonald