Quotes About Future

Without realizing it, he had been wasting time—years and years of time, time that would never be his again. He had failed to take advantage of the diversity of opportunity that had been, all along, available to him.

When we finish up with this planet the insects will take over. You may not think it, seeing all this fair land, but the days of the human race are numbered. The insects are waiting their turn.

You can't change the past. You can't even change the future, in the sense that you can only change the present one moment at a time, stubbornly, until the future unwinds itself into the stories of our lives.

Så rusla vi hjemover. Snakka om alt vi skulle gjøre. Om The Snafus. Om hvor berømte vi skulle bli. Om sommeren, enda vinteren bare såvidt hadde begynt, om alle somrene i våre liv. Vi snakka om når vi skulle begynne på gymnaset og om når vi blei ferdige med skolen for godt. Vi blei svære i kjeften og vakre fugler fløy ut av ansiktene våre. Vi tok framtida på forskudd og den så sabla bra ut.

Let go, gatito. Mourn and then move on. Your life is not over. Not by any means. So let the tears fall for the past and then we will speak of the future.

The part where you need to choose among the choices that are there, and not the ones that aren't anymore. At least not how you need them to be. You're still stuck on some imaginary idea you have of how it could have been. You need to think about how it is now. And how you want it to be.

Claro que lo sabía. Y claro que lo iba a considerar cuando tomara su decisión, la definitiva, la que determinaría todo su futuro

The incurable optimism of the farmer who throws his seed on the ground every spring, betting it and his time against the elements, seemed inextricably to blend with the creed of her pioneer forefathers that it is better farther on-- only instead of farther on in space, it was farther on in time, over the horizon of the years ahead instead of the far horizon of the west.

But my quarrel with the concept of maternal instinct isn't why I never had kids myself. I was never particularly opposed to the idea of having kids—let no one say that I don't love kids! It always seemed like an interesting future possibility, the same way that joining the Peace Corps someday seemed like an interesting future possibility.

Her dilemma—the eternal human dilemma—is that she wants a chance to revisit her choices with full knowledge of the future.

That's what innocence is, you know. A blissful oblivion of what's coming, of what you'll lose and what you'll gain, and what kind of person you'll grow up to be.

Tomorrow belongs to betrayal. Today is mine and I don't want to waste it being afraid.

He wanted me to be free of the past so I could be open to the future. So Alan named him after the white pines at Camp Fantastic. The tall, tall trees that had watched over Asher, and Eleanor, and everyone who had ever come here. The trees that framed a small beautiful world where joy transcended grief, and where the sounds of children, once alive, now gone, can still be heard.

Vanessa is set on children

No more past. I study the future, okay?" He kisses me, so sweetly my heart melts. "Only the future." I know I'm looking up at him with stars in my eyes, and I don't care. I love that, at last, I can show Luca exactly how I feel, and he can do the same. We're free. Finally, we're free. "The future is here in this room, Violetta," he says to me. " Questo è il nostro futuro. " "This is our future.

She could feel herself pressing the details into memory, saving them like dried flowers kept in a spinster's chest, relics of a past that might have been, of a future that never was.

History is an angel being blown backwards into the future

Looking back don't interest me. Today's what matters. And tomorrow, if we're lucky.

I don't know what I'm doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out. I'll worry about making it out of ninth grade alive. Then I'll think about a career path.

I wanted a coffin made of wood from trees not yet planted my appetite for time was growing.

I don't know what I'm doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out.

Just in case we forget that "weareheretogetagoodfoundation sowecangotocollegeliveuptoourpotentialgetagoodjoblivehap pilyeverafterandgotoDisneyWorld," we have a Job Day.

David's tape recorder is allowed in the class to document potential future violations. The secretary doesn't sound too upset at the idea that Mr. Neck could get canned. I bet she knows him personally.

The past is but the beginning of a beginning. —H. G. Wells, The Discovery of the Future