All Quotes By Tag: Time-travel

“How readily we crush our dreams, without even turning over the first stone, so willing to be the victims of circumstance! She felt utterly miserable on behalf of all the teenagers the world over and allowed herself a few minutes more self-pity for the life she’d wasted, and the ones so many more would throw away. Doing as you pleased at this age, without seeking the help and advice of those qualified to give it, equaled marching into a minefield.”

“Malachite eyes sparkled, pale green in the light of the setting sun.”

“Karma’s not a bitch. She’s a whore, acting like I’ve stolen her pimp.”

“And that was the thing, wasn’t it? When life rode on its highs, you wanted it to go on forever. But in the depths of the invariable dives, you’d be happy to be put out of your misery, because whatever awaited beyond this life had to be better than this shit on Earth.”

“Death can’t be cheated, but there are endless ways that life can be lived.”

“I find that romance is for readers. I want adventures; they are for the living.”

“What do you say that we forget the past, forget all that we have been before, forget the future even, and we simply look to the here and now? Isn’t that all we ever have in the end?”

“We often hear about stepping outside ourselves, but rarely about stepping outside our generation.”

“Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backward in tie and exist in two places at once.”

“What use was time to those who’d soon achieve Digital Immortality?”

“I am not a fan of the magical quick fix in any fiction, including fantasy, scifi and comic books. Unless Dr. Who is involved, and then only because we get to use the phrase ‘Timey-wimey wibbliness’ which, I’m sure you’ll agree, there are not enough occasions to drop into ordinary adult conversation.”

“Ah! listen the song of storm from my disturbed soul;and it scatters flower buds into its lonely halls;like every pain needs a dirge,with wreaths that awful the world framed one for me,and gives the time it calls.”

“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?”

“Don’t you dare call me Miss Spencer, it kills me when you act like we aren’t friends.”

“She couldn’t help it – she flinched. One of them had clearly misunderstood whatever was between them. Apparently, it had been her. Etta charged away from him down the sidewalk. He caught up to her in three long strides and took her arm in his hand, forcing her to stop. She couldn’t bring herself to look up; she only waited for Nicholas to speak.”