Margaret Walker Quotes

Tomorrow is not promised to any of us.

Like everyone else, I want to go on dancing forever, but I know the day is going to come when I will have to be doing something else.

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

When I die there is nobody to take my place.

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't, luckily, have to bother about that.

We have to know that nothing is promised, nothing is guaranteed, especially tomorrow.

The present moment is nice but it does not last. Living in it is like waiting in a junction town for the morning limited; the junction may be interesting but some day you will have to leave it and you do not know where the limited will take you.

I don't think I'm going to live until I'm 70, no; I could die tomorrow. So there isn't a panic that time is running out, but there is an element that anything could happen.

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

Tomorrow exists even though I may not exist in it.

We take life... we should take it more seriously, because you never know what's going to happen tomorrow.

When I am gone what will you do? Who will write and draw for you? Someone smarter--someone new? Someone better--maybe YOU!

My troubles are many They're deep as a well I swear there ain't no Heaven And I pray there ain't no hell But I'll never know by living only my dying will tell. And when I die and when I'm gone There'll be, one child born And a world to carry on, to carry on.

Nothing lasts forever, and no one can predict what will happen to me in the near or distant future.

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

Can any one find in what condition his body will be, I do not say a year hence, but this evening?

You were the dead; theirs was the future.

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.

I hold the view that death is rather like changing one's clothes when they are torn and old. It is not an end in itself. Yet death is unpredictable-you do not know when and howT it will take place.

We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.

You're making something that won't be what it is until some unknown date in the future. All aspects of the personal disappear.

Thats the beautiful thing about being human: Things change.

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

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

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.