“The dark aftermath of the frontier, of the vast promise of possibility this country first offered, is an inflated sense of American entitlement today. We want what we want, and we want it now. Easy credit. Fast food. A straight shot down the interstate from point A to point B. The endless highway is crowded with the kinds of cars large enough to take a mountain pass in high snow. Instead they are used to take children from soccer practice to Pizza Hut. In the process they burn fuel like there's no tomorrow. Tomorrow's coming.” WantFirstsKindChildrenCountryEnoughTodayUsedEasyProcessDarkPracticeCarPossibilityTomorrowPromiseFutureMountainShotsCreditEndlessSnowSoccerFuelHighwaysFrontiersCrowdedPizzaEntitlementFast FoodAftermathHutsInterstate Author:Anna Quindlen
“I wrote these two songs ["Coming Out of the Dark" and "Always Tomorrow"] as a celebration of hope. And I want to send it out to all of those people who are suffering through this terrible disaster [Hurricane Katrina], and please know that you are not alone - and you will not be.” PeopleKnowsWantTwoSufferingSongDarkTomorrowTerriblePleaseDisasterComing OutCelebrationNot AloneHurricanesKatrinaHurricane Katrina Author:Gloria Estefan
“Now, writing every day, and being paid for it and encouraged to do it, it was as if, in the midst of the clich?d dark and stormy night, I found the magical inn, its windows golden lit, and Summer was due to start tomorrow. I can only work at one thing well. Deprive me of that, and my "back-up plan," even now, will be the empty, stormy, darkened heath -- where, incidentally, even unpublished, somehow I'll still be writing.” IfsWritingWellsStillsI CanNightFoundDarkPlansOne ThingTomorrowSummerWindowEmptyPaidDuesGoldenMidstLitStormyInnsWriting Every DayStormy Nights Author:Tanith Lee
“I naturally believe there will be a future, but I do not waste my time imagining its radiant beauty. ... It seems to me that we ought to think first about the present. Even if the present is desperately dark, I do not wish to leave it. Will tomorrow be free from darkness? We'll talk about that tomorrow.” IfsThinkingFirstsBelieveSeemsWishDarkDarknessOughtTomorrowFutureWasteMy TimeRadiantWasting My TimeRadiant Beauty Author:Lu Xun
“'Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow,' if you go through the lyrics, is such a haunting melody, and the words are, for a pop song, pretty deep and dark.” IfsStillsSongDarkTomorrowPopsMelodyHauntingPop Song Author:Jake Epstein
“I become one of those people who walks alone in the dark at night while others sleep or watch Mary Tyler Moore reruns or pull all-nighters to finish up some paper that's due first thing tomorrow. I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don't know, read something or write my masterpiece. I want all my important possessions, my worldly goods, with me at all times. I want to hold what little sense of home I have left with me always.” PeopleKnowsWantWritingFirstsLittlesImportantBookHomeNightLeftStuffDarkSleepWalksWatchesCasesTomorrowPaperPossessionDuesAll TimeUrgesGoodsPensMaryWorldlyMasterpieceCassettesRerunsAlone In The DarkAll Nighters Book:Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America Source: Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America
“But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.” WorldMindMomentsBornLinesDarkMillionsSawsPiecesStreetsNew YorkBrokenTomorrowBedPaperForestsEveningFlatsBottlesMilkPencilsUnimportantCarols Author:Patricia Highsmith
“In San Francisco - life goes on. Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. The sound of music floats down a dark street. A young girl looks out a window and wishes she were married. A drunk sleeps under a bridge. It is tomorrow.” ThinkingLooksDreamPainBeautifulYoungLife IsDiesGirlWishSoundDarkSleepPlansStreetsLonelinessGoes OnTomorrowMarriedWindowYesterdayDrunkBridgesFloatsSan FranciscoLife Goes OnFlickerLife Is BeautifulSound Of Music Author:Hunter S. Thompson
“For some, the past is a chain, each day a link, raveling backward to one ringbolt or another, in one dark place or another, and tomorrow is a slave to yesterday.” PastDarkTomorrowSlaveYesterdayChainsEach DayLinksDark Places Book:The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel Source: The Darkest Evening of the Year: A Novel
“Sorry, but I have plans elsewhere,” William said darkly. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning, and I’ll be gone for a few weeks.” “What plans?” “Doesn’t matter why I kept you in the dark. I’m going and that’s final.” “You can’t go without me,” Gilly said. “I can and I will.” “You promised to protect me always. How can you protect me if you’re gone?” “I didn’t lie to you. I will always protect you,” William told her gently. He stood, reached for her, but realized what he was doing and dropped his arms to his sides. “You have to trust me on this.” IfsSaidI CanMatterLyingSidesDarkMorningGonePlansWeekArmsTomorrowProtectFinalsSorryLeavingElsewhereTrust MeProtect YouTomorrow Morning Author:Gena Showalter