Quotes About Future

Gorbachev made no secret of why he chose to visit California's Bay Area. "The ideas and technologies of tomorrow are born here in California," he declared in a speech at Stanford.

As you progress along your path , instead of being worried or uncertain about your future , you will look forward to it with anticipation.

You change your future and influence it by how you are being every moment.

I wanted what we had. What we were going to have. Together. We had a future.

The future is not like a book one can read," he said quietly. "It is ever changing, like the rush of water, or the swirl of sand.

When I break a rock open with my pick, I'm a prophet. I see the past. I see the future. I know where the world is going, and where it's been. And I always, always want to know more.

You can't go back; I can't go back either, but we can go on.

He wanted to wake up every morning to her. Go to sleep with his body wrapped tightly around hers. He wanted her to have his child—his children. He knew he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her by his side and when he died, he wanted to die in her arms.

Gregori made certain she wanted to fight. He whispered to her in his most beguiling voice, promised a fascinating future, lured her with the secrets and beauty of the universe awaiting her. He promised she would never be left alone; he would be there to guide her, to protect her, to see to her happiness.

We're celebrating tonight, Ricco said, raising his glass. To our Francesca. May she be followed by the right ones in a very timely manner.

Il mio piccola bella amore, I can't change the past as much as I'd like to," he said softly. "I can only tell you that you have my future. Only you.

He wanted to believe in another life where he could have his woman for more than the short time it appeared they had left, but if he didn't ever get that, he would celebrate every second with her now.

He presented a mask of indifference to the rest of the world, but for her--and their future children-- he would be different. He would share fun and laughter.

Someday my child will grow right here." "You'd like that, would you? I might get as big as a house." Mikhail kissed her tummy again and then kissed the path to her breasts. "You will have milk for our babies. That is such a miracle, Raven." She heard the ache in his voice. The need. He didn't quite believe they would manage to have children, not when his people had been unable to do so for centuries, but he was willing to dream of it--with her.

Ilya shrugged. "I'm going to marry Joley, so you'd better get used to the idea of having me around." "She know that?" Jonas asked, somewhat mollified. "Not yet. She has a few issues with me.

I know you're all thinking it was Rand. I don't want it to be him. I want to have a family." "You have a family," Mikhail said gently. "I am your family. Raven is your family. Our child will be, and of course you have Jacques. Someday you will have children." He sent a slight grin in Gregori's direction. "You can even claim the healer as family. We do, although he dislikes it intensely.

That Malichai had somehow become her world and she didn't want to live without him. There was no going back to an existence of no hope of a future. Malichai was her future.

I think the future of life lies in the hands of the biochemists, when there won't be any cures, but rather preventives.

quiere vivir algo que se parezca a una experiencia extraordinaria, una batalla, una historia de amor, una aventura límite, un crimen incluso. Cielo o infierno, qué importa, pero un gran drama que lo saque de esta vida sin porvenir y que justifique su existencia. Entonces sí podría dormir plácidamente sobre sus laureles, o sobre sus espinas, sabiendo que ha vivido.

Thanks to Hitler, we are no longer living in a world that cares about the death of someone because they were loved in the past. It cares only if that death can do damage to the future.

Thanks to Hitler, we are no longer living in a world that cares about the death of someone because they were loved in the past. It cares only if that death can do damage to the future. It's a grim truth, Sidney. Like Orpheus leaving Hades, we are rushing headlong into the light of a terrible new world.

You have to choose your future regrets.

To all of us the thought of heaven is dear— Why not be sure of it and make it here? No doubt there is a heaven yonder too, But 'tis so far away—and you are near.   Men talk of heaven,—there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell,—there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk, and future lives,— O love, there is no other life—but here.

if he had said otherwise. To admit that a thermonuclear catastrophe would be the end of civilization and of the biosphere would be, in religious terms, profane and defeatist. All religions must, at their core, look forward to the end of this world and