A life isn’t measured in hours and minutes. It’s the quality, not the length.
It isn’t a sadness, but a joy, that we don’t do the same things for the length of our lives.
Why wouldn’t you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.
Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop
Death is a state of mind—many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
…lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.
Gabrielle Zevin
This is what time travel is. It’s looking at a person, and seeing them in the present and the past, concurrently. And that mode of transport only worked with those one had known a significant time.
Gabrielle Zevin