Audrey Niffenegger 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?
The pain has left but I know that it has not gone far, that it is sulking somewhere in a corner or under the bed and it will jump out when I least expect it.
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.
Listen, sometimes when you finally find out, you realize that you were much better off not knowing.
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.
Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming or I'd have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.
He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.
Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?" her husband, Jack, asked her. "I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson
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'm at a loss because I am in love with a man who is standing before me with no memories of me at all. (Time Traveler's Wife)
When we met I was wrecked, blasted, and damned, and I am slowly pulling myself together because I can see that you are a human being and I would like to be one, too.
We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.
Sometimes a thing is—too much—and it has to be isolated and put away." Martin shrugged. "So what's in the boxes is—emotion. In the form of objects."-Her Fearful Symmetry
I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.
The compelling thing about making art - or making anything, I suppose - is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.
…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy
I have a sort of Christmas-morning sense of the library as a big box full of beautiful books.
When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.
He would say her name over and over until it devolved into meaningless sounds - mah REI kuh, mah REI kuh - it became an entry in a dictionary of loneliness.
Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.
I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.
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.
one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.
We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.
He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.
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.
...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.
It comes out so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat it: “It’s just that I thought maybe you were married to me.
I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.
CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble.
It's funny how we like labels. If I ever have a bookstore, I'm not going to put any labels on the sections.
I've noticed that Henry needs an incredible amount of physical activity all the time in order to be happy. It's like hanging out with a greyhound.
I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved
