Author of quotes: Audrey Niffenegger. Page 3

Whether the past of to know?

Nothing in us does not disappear without a trace.

It's easy to be omniscient when it's already happened before.

Dreams and life are two different things, but they are also important.

Times change, and we got exactly that time.

Sometimes I'm glad when it disappears. But I'm always glad when he returns.

I'm waiting for him. Every second of waiting seems like a year, an eternity. Every second passes slowly, transparent as glass. Through every second of see endless, elongated in a straight line moments, moments of waiting.

It's hard to be alone... it's Hard to be the one who stays.

I sleep. I live in a dream firmly, wanting it, owning it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Now sleep is my lover, my reverie, pain, oblivion. Day, night, morning. Everything is limited by the size of the bed, this endless slumber that makes the days flow from one to the other, time to stop, stretch and shrink, until it loses meaning. Sleep erases all differences: then and now, life and death. I was beyond hunger, beyond vanity, beyond caring.

Home sweet home. In the West, home is best. Bring me home, road. Home is where your heart is. But my heart is here. So, I'm home.

Running gives me a lot of things: survival, calmness, euphoria, solitude. This is proof of my corporeal existence, my ability to control my movement in space, not in time, and discipline, albeit temporarily, my body is my own. When I run, then shift the layers of air, and things are moving around me, and the path moves like a Filmstrip, at my feet. Now I'm flying - it's a Golden feeling, as if I could run through the air to heaven, I am invincible, nothing can stop me nothing can stop me, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing...

When you're in the present, in time, it is only your own choice... in the past we can only what is already made, and if we get there, otherwise can not be.

- Love is... anxiety, he said. - I want to bring joy and fear that you will see what you are. At the same time, you want to know. In other words... you're naked, moaning in the darkness, losing all pride... I wanted her to see me and loved, even though I knew inside out, and I knew her. Now she's not around, and my knowledge is incomplete. All day trying to imagine what she does that says who he is talking to looks like. Trying to make up for lost hours, but the longer the separation, the harder it gets - the suspense is multiplied. You have to think. Actually, I just don't know. Don't know anything else.