future

Soothsayers are like that. They see many futures but never their own.

You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And you know that there is no past, no future, there is only this blackness, changing faintly, slowly, but always the same.

The clock ticks; the taunting rhythm serving as a reminder that forward is the only way we can go. The mechanical heartbeat of the darkness, a cold ellipsis, punctuating years gone by. Arising unchained.No glorious hymn, just the steady beat of the illusion of time. We heal or we carry forward the weight of our wounds... To believe otherwise is the mendacity of desperation. Arising honestly. The miles behind are littered with the weight of nostalgia, but too many miles lay ahead us to carry the weight. In the end, even echoes fade away. Pen in hand...Arising to write the next chapter.(MU Articles 2013, Dedication to Joey)

Your past is a place for reference, not residence.

She knew what he had in mind.He'll propose in Scotland on my birthday.There was no doubt as to what her answer would be.

Your past has already been written and the words cannot be changed, but your future is waiting to be written; make it a bestseller.

The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.

The present is the closest that you will ever get to the future.

on the day that started it all, that rocketed me forward and landed me here, in this new body, in this new future.

Writers are never fully present because they__e always imagining a different version of the way things are happening; imagining the past in a different way, imagining the present in a different way, imagining the future in a different way.

They shout that they want to shape a better future, but it's not true. The future is only an indifferent void no one cares about,but the past is filled with life, and its countenance is irritating, repellent, wounding, to the point that we want to destroy it or repaint it. We want to be the masters of the future only for the power to change the past. We fight for access to the labs where we can retouch photos and rewrite biographies and history.

How merciful a thing is man's ignorance of his immediate future! What a ghastly, paralysing thing it would have been if all those present could have known what was about to happen within a matter of seconds! For nothing short of pre-knowledge could have stopped the occurrence, so suddenly it sprang upon them.

Today's science is tomorrow's technology.

We're all looking for a peaceful and safe place, but maybe there is no such place. But we keep going no matter what's waiting for us down the road. We don't stop living.

And sometimes I try to stop speculating the future out of existence, and other times I just lean back and run with it because maybe it's for the best.

We laughed the way that only people who carry each other back from Hell can laugh when they finally get a hunger for the future once again.

...in my wildest, most indulgent dreams, we only hear about sexual assault & abuse in history books.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.