“…fool me once, shame on me…fool me twice…I deserved to get fucked over.”

“If you could realize that everything is made out of time, then you can convert your free time into anything you want.”

“Without order in your life, you will realize that you will only be busy but without commensurate results.”

“Instead of you pouring out your life and giving out your life and exchanging it for a porridge called salary, instead of selling out your life bit by bit until you are old and empty and until you become so old that they send you off to die in retirement, you should come to the realization that you could actually multiply and reproduce your life through the power of time conversion.”

“What really disturbed her was the realization that she hadn’t decided to like someone in a long, long time.”

“It took time before we even realized what was going on. When we did, no one could believe it was actually happening.”

“Failure is just a realization to better way to success.”

“I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.”

“Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost is still a love once had. You remember passion, conversations over dinner, moments interwoven before each other. We die to live, not die to cry over memories which don’t last our expected timeframe.”

“Your heart cannot feel Nothing it cannot heal. If you keep yourself still, Steal no time it’s no real!”

“Eventually, it boils down to two choices – do I wish to experience this physical reality primarily through joy or do I want to experience it through suffering? That’s all there is to it. And since each person eventually works their way toward the realization that conscious expansion can happen through joy rather than suffering – enlightenment is a natural byproduct.”

“My mother was like a cat who could never catch the tail of happiness because she never stopped chasing it.”

“Then on your tombstone, where you only get a little bit of space to sum up your life, some wax-faced creep chisels a set of meaningless numbers instead of poetry or a secret love or the name of your favorite candy. In the end, all you get is a few words.”

“Maybe what River had meant was that time itself was like a river, moving steadily forward, and you got to be in a new river every day, every hour. All my life I’d felt like a lake. A lake where everyhting was contained, forever. All my experiences, all the different people I’d been, everything I’d had, everything I’d lost…I carried them around with me, all the time”