She’s in the past. The past is not my concern. The future is no longer my concern, either.
Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart.
The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege.
We all know people who live too much in the past. Too much history, too much remembering, can ultimately destroy the present and the future.
The future’s not inevitable. It’s down to you.
The future is open. Trust in the gods. Live for each moment.
You tell me, Sassenach. You’re the one from the future.
You are so fragile, you mortals, such things of skin and air. Such things of the past. The future belongs to the strong, to the immortal races, to me and my kind.
What is the greatest gift that one human being can give to another? The future.
The past is the past. The future is all that’s worth discussing.
Only a mother can understand what she suffers for her future child.
Just turn the wheel, and the future changes.
