Quotation About Tomorrow Novels & Stories

"We'll figure out the rest tomorrow." "Okay."

As if it, too, was holding its breath for what was to come. “Tomorrow,” I whispered to myself, barely audible. “Tomorrow everything changes.” Or it all comes crashing down. And either way—I’d be ready.

“It’s a Sunday tomorrow so I’m off work. Is there anything you’d like to do tomorrow? I’ll come with you.” Adrian thought about it for a moment and said, “Let’s decide tomorrow.”

Tomorrow she comes. I’m not ready. I’m going to be ready anyway.

“None of them have the resources I do, and they certainly don’t have the insights. I’d prefer to keep this—quiet too.” “Then turn it over to the detectives, Andrew.” “We don’t know what ‘it’ is, darling, beyond that it seems to be slowly coming to an end as people keep dying.” “Is that your solution then?” “Please, don’t judge me harshly, Evelyn. I want answers as much as you do,” he said softly. “But not at the cost of the things that we have. The children are happy, maybe for the first time in their lives, and we have each other and an entirely different future expanding before us. The world of yesterday is in the past, and nothing that we do now will undo it. If I have to choose, I want t

He ushered me out of his chambers and we made our way back to where everyone else was. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Tomorrow, I am going to unlock a new phase of my life. From tomorrow on, I will not remain a clueless being, wandering through the roads, thinking about what to do next. From tomorrow on, I will know what I want and I will know what to do exactly to accomplish that. Tomorrow, I was going to start something to make my name written in the pages of history, to make my place among the stars above, to make my name be remembered for eternity, even after I die.

Tomorrow was the coronation feast. Tomorrow, he’d hold it. Tomorrow, the truth would sing. ---

He hated seeing me cry. He lifted his hand slowly, weakly, and I guided it to my cheek. His thumb brushed against my skin in a shaky line. “Don’t cry,” he murmured. “Not when we still have tomorrow.” Tomorrow. The word hit me deep. For so long, I had lived moment by moment, fearing that each one might be our last. But hearing him speak of tomorrow as if it belonged to us felt like the smallest miracle. I kissed his palm gently. “Then we’ll hold on to every tomorrow we can.”

One day at a time. Starting with tomorrow.

"Oh, a year....perhaps less. Depends whether I get this other job I have my eye on. You see, my boss says that....." She did not hear the rest. She could only hear the voice of her own soul, and aunt Ann saying : 'Tomorrow you will live, you always cry. In what far country does tomorrow lie?' A year... Perhaps less! Perhaps never. Tomorrow never comes. Tomorrow is too late because now I have Howard. I cannot wait for tomorrow. I have Howard.