Quotes About Future

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

For all for children To whom we entrust the future

But there's a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it.

There's much more. There's all that goes beyond—all that is Elsewhere—and all that goes back, and back, and back. I received all of those, when I was selected. And here in this room, all alone, I re-experience them again and again. It is how wisdom comes. And how we shape our future." He rested for a moment, breathing deeply. "I am so weighted with them," he said.

I guess the important thing is also the simplest. To acknowledge our connectedness on this earth, to bow our heads when we see a scorched bicycle or a child's message to his lost grandpa and to honor the past by making silent promises to our fellow humans that we will work for a better and more peaceful future.

The guardians with their stern faces had no creative power. But they had strength and cunning, and they had found a way to steal and harness other people's powers for their own needs. They were forcing the children to describe the future they wanted, not the one that could be.

There's much more. There's all that goes beyond—all that is Elsewhere—and all that goes back, and back, and back. I received all of those, when I was selected. And here in this room, all alone, I re-experience them again and again. It is how wisdom comes. And how we shape our future.

I have a wonderful idea. Maybe when you become a Twelve, they'll give you the Assignment of Storyteller!

Things could change Gabe. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents. And everybody would have memories. You know about memories...Gabe, there could be love.

Power is better than revenge. Power is a live thing, by which you reach out to grasp the future. Revenge is a dead thing, reaching out from the past to grasp you.

The future is happening right here, every day. You can swim or you can drown, but you can't choose not to be in the flood. I suppose the real insight is that it's always been that way.

Greed is an appetite that looks largely to some imagined or feared future.

Barrayar is bred in my bones. I cannot shake it, no matter how far I travel. This struggle, God knows, has no honor in it. But exile, for no other motive than ease—that would be to give up all hope of honor. The last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

When I was twenty, I knew everything about my future. Now, I know nothing.

Exile, for no other reason than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

One expected the advent of children to rearrange one's future. No one had told Jole that they could also rearrange one's past. It seemed an extraordinary reach to have

I love you as I love breath— His heart rocketed. But I can't be your annex. And crashed. I don't understand. I don't know how to put it plainer. You'd swallow me up the way an ocean swallows a bucket of water. I'd disappear in you. I love you, but I'm terrified of you, and of your future.

Waiting (a tough thing to do), focusing on other things, and trusting the Lord will take care of future hopes is much safer than looking at a new person to take the pain away.

A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.

Don't worry whether or not I am now happy. Today is only chapter one, we have yet to write a book.

Who knows what brings fortune, since we cannot see the end?

Rodriguez seldom concerned himself with the past, holding that the future is all we can order the scheme of. And maybe even here he was wrong.

I had seen this exact same expression and movement before - where? In the future I would come to know that look as the beginning of the end of love - the death of a man's trying. It read as Haughty Fatigue. Like the name of a stripper.

It broke her heart that they had come to this: if one knew the future, all the unexpected glimpses of the beloved, one might have trouble finding the courage to go on. This was probably the reason nine-tenths of the human brain had been rendered useless: to make you stupidly intrepid. One was working with only the animal brain, the Pringle brain. The wizard-god brain, the one that could see the future and move objects without touching them, was asleep. Fucking bastard.