A Quote by Mark Twain

Death is the starlit strip between the companionship of yesterday and the reunion of tomorrow. — © Mark Twain
Death is the starlit strip between the companionship of yesterday and the reunion of tomorrow.
Christ has made of death a narrow starlit strip between the companionships of yesterday and the reunions of tomorrow.
To Yesterday's Companionship and Tomorrow's Reunion.
How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise?
And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.
It's not about what you did yesterday, it's what you do tomorrow. If you rely too much on yesterday, tomorrow is going to jump up and bite you in the pants.
It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.
Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.
Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.
Choose between yesterday and tomorrow.
Today's patience can transform yesterday's discouragements into tomorrow's discoveries. Today's purposes can turn yesterday's defeats into tomorrow's determination.
Today exists between yesterday and tomorrow.
Yesterday I lived, today I suffer, tomorrow I die; but I still think fondly, today and tomorrow, of yesterday.
The best time to do something significant is between yesterday and tomorrow.
Between the black of yesterday and the white of tomorrow is the great gray of today.
We crucify ourselves between two thieves: regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow.
Happiness is NOW! It isn't tomorrow. It isn't yesterday. Happiness is like a morning glory: Yesterday's won't bloom again; tomorrow's hasn't opened yet. Only today's flower can be enjoyed today. Be happy this very moment, and you'll learn how to be happy always.
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