#prospect

The hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowded with fruition. ↗

— Oliver Goldsmith

#fruition #happy #hours #more #pass

That war has brought with it a truly incredible development of means of destruction and a terrifying prospect of rapid and almost limitless development in that direction. ↗

— Cordell Hull

#brought #destruction #development #direction #incredible

Obviously, I'm at the beginning of my career, contrary to what anyone else thinks. I'm 19 years old. In any other country, everywhere else, you're a prospect. And that's what I am right now in Europe. I'm a prospect. I'm not a seasoned veteran. ↗

— Freddy Adu

#any #anyone #beginning #career #contrary

It was also wonderful to have the prospect of playing with Jack Nicholson. It was a terrific part, a terrific script, with Alexander Payne and Jack Nicholson. You can't get any better than that! ↗

— Kathy Bates

#also #any #better #get #jack

We paid off our debts, we learned some, made friends and returned in 1950 with a larger view of life. I had, however, no home, no income of any kind and no prospects whatsoever. ↗

— James W. Black

#debts #friends #had #home #however

Our very long-term prospective hinges on making the best possible wine we can. ↗

— Drew Bledsoe

#hinges #long-term #making #our #possible

It would be great to see somebody like Kid Rock kissing a man. But I'm sure that he wouldn't like the prospect of it put to him, and I won't even go there with Eminem. ↗

— Robbie Williams

#even #go #great #him #i

There is an abundance of misinformation, exaggeration, and blatant lies being spread by interest groups regarding the prospects for embryonic stem cell research. ↗

— Virginia Foxx

#being #blatant #cell #cell research #embryonic

The human race's prospects of survival were considerably better when we were defenceless against tigers than they are today when we have become defenceless against ourselves. ↗

— Arnold J. Toynbee

#against #become #better #considerably #human

I had a dream the other night,” Prospect says. He looks at Lito. “You were in it.” “I was?” The young man is clearly flattered. “Yes, you were.” “What happened. In the dream?” “We were wandering through the cafeteria of Infinity in the middle of the night. It was dark and scary, so we opened a door and started climbing the stairs. The stairs went on forever but finally we got to the top. We were at a special place high above the city.” “Cool. Were there time travel machines and Cyborgs and cool shit like that?” “No Cyborgs. We were on the rooftop of Infinity. We looked out over the sparkling city. It was beautiful. We wanted to be part of it all. And so we did what we thought we had to do: we jumped.” “Oh man. Dang. Did we splatter on the sidewalk?” “We didn’t fall. We hovered. And then we flew.” “We flew? Sweet.” This is Prospect’s final gift to Lito. A story about the two of them. A story about the future. ↗

— Dwight Okita

#beauty