Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife Quotes
Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?
There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.
I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.
I breathe slowly and deeply. I make my eyes still under eyelids, I make my mind still, and soon, Sleep, seeing a perfect reproduction of himself, comes to be united with his facsimile.
...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.
We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.
one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.
I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.
The space that I can call mine, that isn't full of Henry, is so small that my ideas have become small.
...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him- Clare
But now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.
Time, let me vanish. Then what we separate by our very presence can come together.
I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home.
Chicago has so much excellent architecture that they feel obliged to tear some of it down now and then and erect terrible buildings just to help us all appreciate the good stuff.
But I don't want to just believe it, I want it to be true.
We come to a house and walk down the small walkway to its backyard. In the yard there are two screens and a slide projector. People are seated in lawn chairs, watching slides of trees.
Our love has been the thread through thelabyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.
Knowing the future is different from being told what I like.
Mama said, "Dreams are different to real life but important too.
. . .Tell me, Clare: why on earth would a lovely girl like you want to marry H
Right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.
