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My death has not yet quite arrived, but it is near and inevitable as night follows day.
To the being of fully alive, the future is not ominous but a promise; it surrounds the present like a halo.
The calm before the storm that might carry us all before it.
Future warns us through current symptoms in nature.
an ugly premonition
There is a time of reckoning in all our lives.
The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays is coming to its close. In its place we are entering a period of consequences.
Something wonderful is about to happen,
and something awful is about to happen.
You can dwell on either one.
It's your choice.
change was coming
Something good is just about to happen.
The Future," says Ian, in a film-trailer voice. "Coming soon, to a Present near you.
Deadlines comes as a surprise ... superb: a new genre, in fact, combining the pleasures of list-making with that of last-minute eaves-dropping.
The future has taken root in the present.
There's a fount about to stream, There's a light about to beam, There's a warmth about to glow, There's a flower about to blow; There's a midnight blackness changing Into gray; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way.
Night was swiftly approaching, but darkness would soon be a specter of the past
There was a sound you could smell / like you were inhaling tomorrow.
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ...
The calm before the storm
The future is uncertain but the end is always near.
To-morrow comes, true copy of to-day,And empty shadow of what is to be;Yet cheated Hope on future still depends,And ends but only when our being ends.
The Kismet soon approaches. A new dawn is on the rise. The winds of change are blowing.
The end approaches, but the apocalypse is long lived.
Certain signs are the forerunners of certain events.
Even in slight things the experience of the new is rarely without some stirring of foreboding.
No need to announce the future! This now is it. This. Your deepest need and desire is satisfied by the moment's energy here in your hand.
A glorious something else awaits.
The nearer a conception comes towards finality, the nearer does the dynamic relation, out of which this concept has arisen, draw to a close. To know is to lose.
As the dawn comes up like thunder.
If it be now, 'tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come - the readiness is all.
While life is being postponed, it rushes past.
predictably unpredictable
The day that we've been fearing is upon us.
Our hour is marked, and no one can claim a moment of life beyond what fate has predestined.
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.
All things by nature are ready to get worse
Winter is coming.
Future events cast their shadow before them.
Dawn is coming. I can feel it pressing against the darkness like a weight about to tear the night apart.
Predition is risky, especially of the future.
A storm is coming. A great storm.
The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned
There was a hint in the air that the earth was hurrying on toward other weather; the lush midsummer moment outside of time was already over.
It is seldom in life that one knows that a coming event is to be of crucial importance.
The future begins today.
The Day of Trouble is Near
The time approaches
That will with due decision make us know
What we shall say we have and what we owe.
Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,
But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;
Towards which, advance the war.
They exit marching.
Anticipation is sometimes more exciting than actual events.
Like a note of music, you are about to become nothing
April is a promise of what's to come.
Welcome will arrived, the hour that was not hoped for.
The cadence of suffering has begun.
First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.
No hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.
The Spirit reveals what lies ahead.
You and I wear the dangerous looseness of doom and find it becoming. Life,for eternal us,is now;and now is much too busy being a little more than everything to seem anything,catastrophic included.
Not to anticipate is already to moan.
Tomorrow and tomorrow come creeping in and always will. We're fools trapped in a mechanism of our own unconscious making. Shadows strutting and fretting for one brief hour upon a stage, then heard no more. I'll weep an ocean in my heart, if the world would give me time. But not now.
Menacing lines of black tomorrows on the horizon.
Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.
to early seen unknown...and known to late
We tremble on the cusp of half-remembered prophecies, of wonders and terrors that no man now living could hope to comprehend
What lies ahead seems unlikely; when it becomes the past, it seems inevitable.
If some great catastrophe is not announced every morning, we feel a certain void. Nothing in the paper today, we sigh.
Prologue to the omen coming on
- Horatio, Hamlet
The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.
The word "inevitable" is fearful to the ego, but joyous to the spirit. God is inevitable, and you cannot avoid Him any more than He can avoid you.
Death is very close, he thought. When you think in this manner. I can feel it, he decided. How near I am. Nothing is killing me; I have no enemy, no antagonist; I am merely expiring, like a magazine subscription: month by month.
To-morrow even may bring the final reckoning.
There is a time when the word "eventually" has the soothing effect of a promise, and a time when the word evokes in us bitterness and scorn.
Everything is drawn inexorably toward the future.
The moment weighs down on me, threatening to unstitch my seams and expose me to the world.
As subjects, we all live in suspense, from day to day, from hour to hour; in other words, we are the hero of our own story. We cannot believe that it is finished, that we are 'finished,' even though we may say so; we expect another chapter, another installment, tomorrow or next week.
The arrival of the unforeseen reveals the depths of one's heart.
It's like a hand at your throat all the time, isn't it? Nothing's inevitable anymore. Not the next heartbeat, not anything.
The visible becomes inevitable...
The future is not as loud as war, but it is relentless. It has a terrible fury all its own.
There is nothing more miserable and foolish than anticipation.
the future gives birth to the present
That danger which is despised arrives the soonest.
Tomorrow. The word hangs in the air for a moment, both a promise and a threat. Then it floats away like a paper boat, taken from her by the water licking at her ankles.
We're on the cusp, on the brink, of enormous change in this country.
Incoming is not the thing you want to hear at Christmas.
The future is always beginning now.
We are continuously bombarded with information, appeals, deadlines, communications ... We are continually being squeezed or projected into the future as our present moments are assaulted and consumed in the fires of endless urgency.
There are two ways to face the future. One way is with apprehension; the other is with anticipation
There are so many futures still to dawn!
Expecting is the greatest impediment to living. In anticipation of tomorrow, it loses today.
With what infinite & unwearied expectation and proclamations the cocks usher in every dawn, as if there had never been one before.
God is coming! God is coming! All the element we swim in, this existence, echoes ahead the advent. God is coming! Can't you feel it?
The storm before the calm.
There are no coming attractions. It's all here right now. The whole thing is being created right now.
The end is near," Moridin said. "The Wheel has groaned its final rotation, the clock has lost its spring, the serpent heaves its final gasps.
Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen..
We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement.
When you expect something, it is on the way. When you believe something, it is on the way. When you fear something, it is on the way. Your attitude or mood is always pointing toward what is coming, but you are never stuck with your current point of attraction.
The world is certainty a sudden place.
In the zone of perdition where my youth went as if to complete its education, one would have said that the portents of an imminent collapse of the whole edifice of civilization had made an appointment.
Ninety-nine one-hundredths of our lives we are mere hedgers and ditchers, but from time to time we meet with reminders of our destiny.
The world is literally about to blow up,
Speak up, destiny, speak up! Destiny always seems decades away, but suddenly it's not decades away; it's right now. But maybe destiny is always right now, right here, right this very instant, maybe.