Her future, she thought, was likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped back into desire and longing; she found joyless days of distasteful occupation harder and harder; she found the image of the intense and varied life she yearned for, and despaired of, becoming more and more importunate.

If the future was so vague it meant perhaps that she was destined never to see it.

And if she couldn’t change reality, there was no point returning to the past.

The only regret is that you can’t see the future.

"Don't think of what's past!" said she. "I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we! Who knows what tomorrow has in store? "

To quarrel over the past is to lose the future.

Sometimes she stuck out into the future, imagining her life different from what is was.

Because she fears the past she distrusts the future — it, too, will turn into the past.

The future was not what it used to be.

I craved for the past, resented the present, and dreaded the future.

She seemed to have had a sudden terrible glimpse of life as it really was, and was ready to weep at the thought of its strange dusty littleness.

If you aren't in the moment, you are either looking forward to uncertainty, or back to pain and regret.

If the present tries to sit in judgment on the past, it will lose the future.

I wasn't scared of losing my past. i was scared of losing my future.