The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.

Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement.

It is difficult to say what is impossible for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.

What is true of the individual will be tomorrow true of the whole nation if individuals will but refuse to lose heart and hope.

Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

Learn from yesterday live for today hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.

If my world were to cave in tomorrow I would look back on all the pleasures excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness not my miscarriages or my father leaving home but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.

A strange thing is memory and hope one looks backward and the other forward one is of today the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain memory is a painter it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present.