If tomorrow were never to come, it would not be worth living today.

Believe me, wise men don't say ‘I shall live to do that’, tomorrow's life is too late; live today.

People like to hold onto life in many ways, but everything is transitory. This is it, right now. Youth doesn’t last forever, beauty doesn’t last forever, so appreciate it for the moment.

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

"I'll live tomorrow," 'tis not wise to say:</br>'Twill be too late tomorrow—live today.

There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as my last. There's only us. There's only this. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road. No other way. No day but today.

I can't control my destiny. I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be.

There's only now, there's only here. Give into love, or live in fear. No other course, no other way.

NO DAY but TODAY

Nothing is worth more than this day. You cannot relive yesterday. Tomorrow is still beyond your reach.

Never leave till tomorrow that which you can do today.

But live while you live, tomorrow you die...

Every today is at the same time both a cradle and a shroud: a shroud for yesterday, a cradle for tomorrow. Today, yesterday, and tomorrow are equally near to one another, and equally far. They are generations, they are grandfathers, fathers, and grandsons. And grandsons invariably love and hate the fathers; the fathers invariably hate and love the grandfathers. Today is doomed to die — because yesterday died, and because tomorrow will be born. Such is the wise and cruel law. Cruel, because it condemns to eternal dissatisfaction those who already today see the distant peaks of tomorrow; wise, because eternal dissatisfaction is the only pledge of eternal movement forward, eternal creation. He who has found his ideal today is, like Lot's wife, already turned to a pillar of salt, has already sunk into the earth and does not move ahead. The world is kept alive only by heretics: the heretic Christ, the heretic Copernicus, the heretic Tolstoy. Our symbol of faith is heresy: tomorrow is an inevitable heresy of today, which has turned into a pillar of salt, and to yesterday, which has scattered to dust. Today denies yesterday, but is a denial of denial tomorrow. This is the constant dialectic path which in a grandiose parabola sweeps the world into infinity. Yesterday, the thesis; today, the antithesis, and tomorrow, the synthesis.

Your now is not your forever.

Did you know that today will never be tomorrow.

Being attached to the problems of yesterday or the insecurities of tomorrow will destroy your today.

Yesterday's just a memory; tomorrow's never what it's supposed to be.