Audrey Niffenegger Quotes

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

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 dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Why is love intensified by absence?

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?

To world enough and time.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?

Right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.

There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.

Our love has been the thread through the
labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.

But now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.

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.

He said something interesting: he said that he thinks there is only free will when you are in time, in the present. He says in the past we can only do what we did, and we can only be there if we were there.

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.

I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.

We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room

When I am out there, in time, I am inverted, changed into a desperate version of myself. I become a thief, a vagrant, an animal who runs and hides. I startle old women and amaze children. I am a trick, an illusion of the highest order, so incredible that I am actually true.

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.