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.

Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.

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)

The choices we’re working with here are a block universe, where past, present and future all coexist simultaneously and everything has already happened; chaos, where anything can happen and nothing can be predicted because we can’t know all the variables; and a Christian universe in which God made everything and it’s all here for a purpose but we have free will anyway.

What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.

He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.

‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.