Quotes About Future

What is now in the past was once in the future

Because satan hates us, he's determined to rob us of the joy we'd have if we believed what God tells us about the magnificent world to come.

God has his hands on the earth. He will not let go—even when it requires that his hands be pierced by nails. Both his incarnation and those nails secured him to Earth and its eternal future. In a redemptive work far larger than most imagine, Christ bought and paid for our future and the earth's. A

No amount of regret changes the past. No amount of anxiety changes the future. Any amount of grateful joy changes the present.

Faith is like a forward memory, allowing us to believe as if what is promised has already happened.

Our society is walking through a maze of cultural land mines and the heaviest price is exacted as we send our children on ahead.

Cuvintele "te iubesc" fac acelaÈ™i lucru - ele sunt modelate de trecut, celebreaz? prezentul È™i dau glas speranÈ›ei în ce priveÈ™te viitorul.

A knowledge and appreciation of history is difficult for a culture so enthralled by the moment, a culture that shuns the discipline of a larger context in any study. Unfortunately this loss of historical interest has made the present difficult to address because the context of the past is imperative if we are to salvage the future.

One must be profoundly responsible when categorically presenting an absolute, so let me put it this way. The chances are that if you marry somebody in violation of you parents' will, you are playing a high stakes game as you enter the future. Any time you violate an authority that has been put by God, you need to be twice as sure you are doing the right thing.

But it was not to be.

friends and relations who have lived, and faced death, in the light of the resurrection story, or in the quiet acceptance that they have a future after they die.1

La esterilidad crónica del alma y la incertidumbre ante el futuro se deben claramente al exterminio del espíritu.

Science fiction is the most important literature in the history of the world, because it's the history of ideas, the history of our civilization birthing itself. ...Science fiction is central to everything we've ever done, and people who make fun of science fiction writers don't know what they're talking about.

They began by controlling books of cartoons and then detective books and, of course, films, one way or another, one group or another, political bias, religious prejudice, union pressure; there was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves.

People ask me to predict the future, when all I want to do is prevent it. Better yet, build it. Predicting the future is much too easy, anyway. You look at the people around you, the street you stand on, the visible air you breathe, and predict more of the same. To hell with more. I want better.

There is no future for e-books, because they are not books. E-books smell like burned fuel.

passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.

I was not predicting the future, I was trying to prevent it.

The thing that makes me happy is that I know that on Mars, two hundred years from now, my books are going to be read. They'll be up on dead Mars with no atmosphere. And late at night, with a flashlight, some little boy is going to peek under the covers and read The Martian Chronicles on Mars.

Boy, said the old man at last, in five years, how would you like a job selling shoes in this emporium? Gosh, thanks, Mr. Sanderson, but I don't know what I'm going to be yet. Anything you want to be son, said the old man, you'll be. No one will ever stop you.

I don't try to describe the future. I try to prevent it.

Why travel to the Moon or Mars if we only continue our wars there with Russia or China or Africa? Why build rockets at all? For fun? For adventure? Or is this the same process that sends the salmons back upstream year after year to spawn and die - a subliminal urge in mankind to spread, in self-preservation, to the stars? Are we then secretly fearful that one day the sun might freeze and the the earth grow cold or the sun explode in a terrific thermal cataclysm and burn down our house of cards?

Science fiction is the art of the possible not the impossible.

Who wants to see the Future, who ever does? A man can face the Past, but to think- the pillars crumbled , you say? And the sea empty, and the canals dry, and the maidens dead, and the flowers withered?