Cl Futures Quotes

Well, if it isn’t the future Mrs. Green.” He rocked his eyebrows up and turned back, winking at the woman in the bed. “Excuse me, won’t you? I have to ask my future wife where she might like to go on our first date.

You may not be able to change the past, but with each action, you can change the future.

Future” For cell mates For the gutter rats For those who are looked in on from the outside, and no one else will ever understand.

I don’t want you.” He moved so quickly she barely had time to gasp before he lifted her off her feet, fused his mouth to hers, and kissed her until her brain melted. Then he set her back on her wobbly legs and said,” That was for the lie. And for future reference, myerina, wrapping your legs around a man and commanding him to pleasure you is not an effective way to illustrate your lack of interest.

Don't get old; there is no future in it.

Darling,” she said. She turned to me, squinting her eyes, making her long lashes flicker. “Wait a second, what’s your name, anyway?” “Bambi,” Marc said. “Rachael.”“Aw.” Future shook her head. “Naw, you don’t look like a Rachael.” “Because you’re a Bambi,” Marc said. Stone, C. L. (2014-08-09). Liar: The Scarab Beetle Series: #2 (The Academy Scarab Beetle Series) (pp. 216-217). Arcato Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Then, still holding the cup, Touraine giggled. This broad-shouldered, muscle-bound ex-soldier, who spent most of her time either glowering or bowing at people, had smirked at her future queen, and now she was actually giggling. Sky above, Luca wanted to do right by that laugh. She wanted Touraine to giggle at her, to smirk and smile and tease her. She hated to want it.

What is always in front of you But cannot be seen?   The Future.

What you make of yourself and your future is entirely up to you.

P. 294 He said quietly, “Just whisper it.” I’d have to answer him and if not now, eventually. The truth would remain the truth whether I ignored it or not... Should I surrender to whatever this future would bring? I cringed inwardly. When had reality seemed so unreal? After several moments, I gave up and whispered, “You’re . . . T-R-I-T-O-N, the Triton.” I couldn’t say anything else, it seemed irreverent. He didn’t deny it, he didn’t laugh, or scoff or make excuses...

Always remember that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

What would it be like, he wondered, to be a dog; to find joy in base behaviours – food, play, affection – and not overload your brain thinking about the future, death, the nature of an infinite universe, global warming, war and disease.