Dinah Maria Mulock Quotes

Tomorrow doesn't really exist.

Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow may be for us and it may not.

It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.

Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story? That I do not know. Hence I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for some one to wear them. Thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then an· other I do not cling to life. I shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower. My philosophy, always accumulating, welling up moment by moment, runs like quicksilver a dozen ways at once.

The meaning of today will not be clear until tomorrow.

Listen to me. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what any of this means. But I know this much. It doesn’t matter. You’re not one of them. You never were. You’re not theirs. You’re mine.

Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?

Today is always here,' said Sethe. 'Tomorrow, never.

Life is the past, the present and the perhaps.

Tomorrow! - Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.

The coming being is whatever being.

Live today, for tomorrow we die.

Tomorrow may never come to us. We do not live in tomorrow. We cannot find it in any of our title-deeds. The man who owns whole blocks of real estate, and great ships on the sea, does not own a single minute of tomorrow. Tomorrow! It is a mysterious possibility, not yet born. It lies under the seal of midnight-behind the veil of glittering constellations.

Only time - whatever that may be - will tell.

A manpossessesnothing certainlysavea brief loanof his own body.

Posterity shall know of me even less than I shall know of posterity.

Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.

Today is all we have, tomorrow is a mirage that may never become reality.

Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?

I don't know what will happen 100 years from now.