Quotes About Future

But the future bores me. I imagine following it like a leaf into traffic. I imagine eating it like a heart made of oatmeal.

The last hour waiting patiently on a tray for her somewhere in the future. The spoon slipping quietly into the beautiful soup.

When destiny wants to fuck with you, it can afford to be patient. Destiny has all the time in the world.

The young can exasperate, of course, and frighten, and condescend, and insult, and cut you with their still unrounded edges. But they can also drag you, as you protest and scold and try to pull away, right up to the window of the future, and even push you through.

She would owe this understanding to her time in New York, and even more to Louise. That's what spending time with the young can do--it's the big payoff for all the pain. The young can exasperate, of course, and frighten, and condescend and insult, and cut you with their still unrounded edges. But they can also drag you, as you protest and scold and try to pull away, right up to the window of the future, and even push you through.

That's what spending time with the young can do -- it's the big payoff for all the pain. The young can exasperate, of course, and frighten, and condescend, and insult, and cut you with their still unrounded edges. But they can also drag you, as you protest and scold and try to pull away, right up to the window of the future, and even push you through.

She would owe this understanding to her time in New York, and even more to Louise. That's what spending time with the young can do--it's the big pay-off for all the pain. The young can exasperate, of course, and frighten, and condescend, and insult, and cut you with their still unrounded edges. But they can also dray you, as you protest and scold and try to pull away, right up to the window of the future, and even push you through.

The problem with being happy in the moment is, moments never last. Things change whether you want them to or not, which makes it only smart to keep looking ahead. That's how people avoid getting hit by cars.

For some reason I believed that if you fell in love it was a guaranteed thing that your path would cross with his, and I never wondered how if would feel to fall in love with a man whose future just couldn't include you.

You can succeed in the future only by facing today's challenges head-on, reframing them as opportunities, and taking advantage of them.

the abstract, our brains consider our future selves to be strangers. We're naturally less concerned about future needs than current ones. But if you actively picture Future You, this tendency shifts, and you can make better decisions. Some research has suggested that when people see renderings of themselves at future

A better question when asked to take on something in the future: "Would I do this tomorrow?

I know the grim probability of my own future. The odds are high that the best of me has already been ripped away and that id I don't keep hold of myself I will lose what's left.

want to know is what lies ahead.

A pioneer is not someone who makes her own soap. She is one who takes up her burdens and walks toward the future.

I am not a has-been. I am a will be.

You can't start worrying about what's going to happen. You get spastic enough worrying about what's happening now.

The best thing about dreams is that youth holds on to them.

So what now?" I ask when I finally pull away. I bury my head in his shoulder, not sure I want to know the answer. But when I look at him, his face is surprised, like it should be obvious. "Now," he says. "We figure it out together.

Everyone knows that you should never wreck your life for a boy, and especially not one that you meet while you're in high school.

We're your safe place, El. Me and Elise. The guys. We're your family. You don't need to pull lattes. You have your degree, you have a great job and you'll take the crappy part of your past and use that to help people get to the good part of their future.

It must be the nowness of this disease that, in stealing the past and obscuring the future, forces us, the healthy and the ill, to stay in the moment.

It wasn't the end of their story. It was the beginning.

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.