Walter Brueggemann Quotes

I don't know what's in store for me. I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring.

Our faith in the present dies out long before our faith in the future.

I'll give it a shot. But I don't know that a year from now I'm going to be here. Nobody does.

I don't know what the future will bring.

Who knows what the heck the future will bring.

I do not know what the future holds for me.

At sixty, I would like to give my future back its vistas of uncertainty.

The fact that you are not sure means that it is possible that there is another way someday.

Things change…things happen…things you can’t even imagine when you’re young and full of hope.

I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light; Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring, what chance, what change Worth waiting--since our present lot appears For happy though but ill, for ill not worst, If we procure not to ourselves more woe.

Peace and freedom! These things shall be! How soon these things shall be - whether now or whether after great destruction and new beginnings and eons of time - is up to us!

She did not believe that things could remain the same in different places, and since the portion of her life that lay behind her had been bad, no doubt that which remained to be lived would be better.

If things look badly to-day they may look better tomorrow.

I think we're in a very exciting time - visually, I think we are. I've not got a crystal ball. I'm not saying I know what the future is at all. In some ways I'm getting quite pessimistic about the future, but in other ways I think it might get better. We are moving into very big changes.

We live in a moment that is pregnant with possibility.

As for me, the grounds of my hope have always been that history is wilder than our imagination of it and that the unexpected shows up far more regularly than we ever dream.

I don't know what the future holds.

The older we become, the more certain our future.

Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.

I hope that something better comes along.

I am still hopeful. A falcon, Time. But the coincidence is probably accidental.

The future is all around us, waiting, in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain.

And maybe, just maybe, it will.

Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?