#time

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#feelings #reading #thoughts #time

One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#dread #go #hollow #katniss #let

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory. ↗

— Betty Smith

#wonder #time

Tonight’s December thirty-first, Something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, Like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year! ↗

— Ogden Nash

#time

I think it's good for a person to spend time alone. It gives them an opportunity to discover who they are and to figure out why they are always alone. ↗

— Amy Sedaris

#being-alone #self-knowledge #time

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#time

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#cannot #god #i #praised #time

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#time

With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have ↗

— Mitch Albom

#sacrifice

Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?” I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. “Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy. ↗

— Ally Carter

#cammie #gallagher-girls #out-of-sight #out-of-time #zach