Quotes About Future

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?' 'Don't be morbid,' Jordan said. 'Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

His voice promised that he would take care of her, and that a little later he would open up whole new worlds for her, unroll an endless succession of magnificent possibilities.

He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

The values are changing utterly with each lesion of vitality; it has begun to appear that we can learn nothing from the past with which to face the future – so we cease to be impulsive, convincible men, interested in what is ethically true by fine margins, we substitute rules of conduct for ideas of integrity, we value safety above romance, we become, quite unconsciously, pragmatic.

Weep not for me but for thy children.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon,' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?' 'Don't be morbid,' Jordan said. 'Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...And then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

You can't re- peat the past." "Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning——

you can lope about and get bored and then lope somewhere else, and you can play around with girls without being involved in meshes of sentiment, and you can do anything and be justified—and here am I with the brains to do everything, yet tied to the sinking ship of future matrimony. If I were born a hundred years from now, well and good, but now what's in store for me—I have to marry, that goes without saying.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.… And one fine morning—— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter -tomorrow we will run faster, stetch out our arms further...And one fine morning-

Gatsby acreditava na luz verde, no futuro orgástico que, ano após ano, recua diante dos nossos olhos. Nessa altura iludiu-nos, mas não importa - amanhã correremos mais depressa, esticaremos mais os braços... E uma bela manhã...

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning—— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.

The Future never spoke— Nor will he like the Dumb Reveal by sign a Syllable Of his profound To Come— But when the News be ripe Presents it in the Act— Forestalling Preparation— Escape—or Substitute EMILY DICKINSON

Looking at the shape of international politics in the future, it's clear—bipolarity is inevitable. A cold war is a choice.

E. M. Forster's science fiction story "The Machine Stops." Written in 1909, it feels eerily prescient in 2020.

New lives always begin tomorrow, […] Never now.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines! Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Vivo sempre no presente. O futuro, não o conheço. O passado, já o não tenho.

O night in which the stars feign light, O night that alone is the size of the Universe, make me, body and soul, part of your body, so that—being mere darkness—I'll lose myself and become night as well, without any dreams as stars within me, nor a hoped-for sun shining with the future.

I know not what tomorrow will bring.

I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything. In the end there will only be silence except Where the waves of the sea bathe nothing.