future

Sometimes we have to soak ourselves in the tears and fears of the past to water our future gardens.

The most important thing is this: to sacrifice what you are now for what you can become tomorrow.

It is not until you change your identity to match your life blueprint that you will understand why everything in the past never worked.

The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true.

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

In politics no permanent friends, no permanent enemies but permanent interest.

Deployed upon that plain they moved in a constant elision, ordained agents of the actual dividing out the world which they encountered and leaving what had been and what would never be alike extinguished on the ground behind them.

I love books. I__ giving some hard copies of the Sacerdos Mysteries book away because I think there__ something so brilliant about them. The digitisation trend is the future but people will still want the feel and smell of real books.

Sometimes people say that we're living in the future, and time's up for science fiction, but I think that never will be, because science fiction really isn't about the future. It's about change and present-day concerns

The future is the one thing you can count on not abandoning you, kid, he__ said. The future will always finds you. Stand still, and it will find you. The way the land just has run to sea.

Challenge who you can be, don't let fate control your future.

You can't change the past, only your perception of it; but you can control the future.

Your future is uncertain, and I can tell you nothing that can help you. You are singular and dangerous, and so it is that you are sought by both the Dark and the Light.

Invest in the future because that is where you are going to spend the rest of your life.

What was I supposed to do then I wondered. Was there even a supposed-to for this kind of situation? A situation when when I looked at my receding past everything seemed retrospectively marked by an extreme order and predictability yet all moments since seemed to obey, and promised to continue obeying, their own set of stochastic, undisclosed, and undiscoverable laws. Where I was fully aware of the pitfalls and folly of a finely-tuned narcissism but still the known universe seemed to bend and bend inexorably inward and towards me where it awaited my next move, supremely ready to react accordingly. And how I knew that decisions I would soon make or defer would have near-Sophoclean import and yet nonetheless it all seemed oddly irrelevant.

He died of a breaking heart," Pete said, making a stout log fence of his hands around the glove compartment and leaning forward to peer at the luminous clock, "but he was an old man. He was the king of his Yaquis down there and he couldn't live any more when they took the land away. He couldn't live up in the mountains that way. He hid all the treasures - you understand treasures? - in the mountains down there and he died. Now I'm the king of my Yaquis and someday I'll go down there and dig up the treasures again - maybe soon if they don't catch me too much. Then I buy the land back and we will live in the future like in the past only better." Pete let the fence fall, and sunlight showed the clock to be hours wrong, if not years.

i am everything _ i am nothing _ therefore _ i can be anything

But memories were fragile and not to be trusted. They were a weight that Faolin did not need to carry with him when he set out that morning. Things of the past, like the fragile boy he had been, had no place on a man__ journey towards his future.