Tomorrow Isn't Guaranteed Quotes

Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so I might as well make today my bitch.

Never put off repairing a relationship you value. If sorry needs to be said say it now. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to any of us.

The best way to guarantee you have a job tomorrow is to not finish all the work your boss asked of you today. Wait, that’s not right. Sorry, I’m thinking like a government employee again.

Never give up. Things will get hard. No relationship is easy. You have to work through your problems as if tomorrow isn't guaranteed, because it's not. Never go to bed angry and always make sure you say I love you every chance you get.

Tomorrow isn't guaranteed so I might as well make today my bitch

The truth about tomorrow is that it isn’t enough. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. It isn’t promised.

Carpe Diem. The words are etched in the metal pendant. Tomorrow isn't a guarantee. Nothing is promised. So today? Seize the Day. That's how Naz lives his life. That's how I want to live it with him.

I leaned back into my chair, folded my arms together and made like I was pondering. ‘I understand. You’re worried about the future.’ ‘Damn right.’ ‘Let me tell you something about the future – it isn’t the present. And in the present I’m guaranteeing you that there’s nothing that your supplier will do to you tomorrow that I won’t do to you today, now, right this very moment. Might as well postpone getting dead. When you think about it, isn’t that all we’re ever doing?

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Tomorrow is not guaranteed, and old age (even with all its inconveniences) is a gift denied to many. You’re alive now, and isn’t that reason enough to celebrate and be happy? And when death does come, will you look back with amazement at all the things you’ve done, or with regret at all the things you prevented yourself from doing? Until then, though, be easy on yourself. Cry when you’re sad. Mourn when there’s a death, and know that grief is the medicine, not the impediment, to healing from a loss. And if still none of this makes any sense to you, don’t worry; it will someday.

She had grown. Kate's vicious friend, once so elevated, was taller by little more than a head. She drew her brows together, and studied the circles under his eyes. He said lightly, 'My dear girl; it's Almoner's Saturday. With six frails of figs and a sackful of almonds, I am offering you my name.' Philippa's lips parted. The smith in her chest, changing a wooden mallet for a small charge of gunpowder, pulverized brain, lungs and stomach and left her standing, wan as a blown egg. She said shakily, 'How would that help?' Round his mouth, the curled lines deepened, and his eyes, very blue, lit suddenly with something like the flame she had seen struck in them at other times, by other things and other people. 'Stout Philippa,' he said. 'Sit down and hear... There is no guarantee for you now except marriage. Do it now, and you go home a respectable matron of fifteen...sixteen--' 'Nearly seventeen,' said Philippa. 'Yes. Well: with no money but a good many friends and enough property to keep a roof over your head and Kuzum's. Then, as you choose, you may divorce me.' She cleared her throat. 'On what grounds?' He looked at her directly, his voice level. 'On very obvious grounds. We shall find another Kislar Agha, if you like, to give you a guarantee... You must have no fears that this will be anything but a marriage on paper. But I want it done now. Tomorrow, if the Embassy's chaplain can do it.' Philippa's gaze was also direct. 'You think there is a chance we may not all get home?' 'There is a chance some of us may not,' he said quietly. 'I want to do this very much. I have very little to offer you... an irresponsible past, and a name which is .... in some places questionable. But it will shelter you until you can do better.' 'And you?' said Philippa. 'With a fifteen- ... sixteen- ... seventeen-year-old titular wife? What will Sybilla say? It isn't a practical methos of founding a dynasty.

we rush through life certain there will be time to do everything. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed

He kisses me like he’s running out of air. Like tomorrow isn’t guaranteed—like the next minute isn’t guaranteed—and this is how he wants to spend it.

I’ve seen the world without her, and it isn’t worth sticking around for. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. I want to live for today and spend every second worshipping her.

The most important thing I learned was that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. If you sit still long enough to let grass grow under your butt, you’re likely to die that way.

Thanks. But I don’t exactly hate my life because I’m meeting you after all. Cancer can suck my pale arse.” I shoot him a small smile. “What’s your secret to staying upbeat?” “Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so I might as well make today my bitch.

Tomorrow isn’t a guarantee. Anything can happen from one day to the next.” “Anything can happen, except when you’re with me. No one is getting to you when I’m here. No one is getting through me. I’d have to be dead first.

I receive emails daily from people who are in crappy situations or are unhappy about the path they’re on, and my advice to them is generally the same: You MUST find a way to be happy today, because tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Yes, that’s easier said than done. But if you follow the techniques and tactics in this book, and you actively work on bettering yourself, making those around you better, and being grateful each day for the opportunity you’ve been given, you truly can level up your life. Here

What’s your secret to staying upbeat?” “Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed so I might as well make today my bitch.