All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

The problem about the future is that it keeps turning into the present.

I am a person who continually destroys the possibilities of a future because of the numbers of alternative viewpoints I can focus on the present.

Time devours all things.

It is the future that creates his present. All is an interminable chain of longing.

Everything is drawn inexorably toward the future.

"The author says people are guilty of "wrecking the present because the future was bound to be a wreck.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

He knew that, from now on, every day would be alike, that they would all bring the same sufferings. And he saw the weeks, the months, the years that awaited him, gloomy and implacable, coming one after the other, falling on him and suffocating him bit by bit. When the future is without hope, the present takes on a vile, bitter taste.

From the standpoint of the present, the future is always a derangement of ambitions.

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

Lorsque l'avenir est sans espoir, le présent prend une amertume ignoble.

time is a catastrophe, perpetual and irreversible.

. . . yet there is no avoiding time, the sea of time, the sea of memory and forgetfulness, the years of promise, gone and unrecoverable, of the land almost allowed to claim its better destiny, only to the claim jumped by evildoers known all too well, and taken instead and held hostage to the future we must live in now forever.