It seemed my wholelife was composed of these disjointedfractions of time, hanging around in onepublic place and then another, as if I werewaiting for trains that never came. And, likeone of those ghosts who are said to lingeraround depots late at night, askingpassersby for the timetable of the MidnightExpress that derailed twenty years before, Iwandered from light to light until thatdreaded hour when all the doors closed and, stepping from the world of warmth andpeople and conversation overheard, I feltthe old familiar cold twist through my bonesagain and then it was all forgotten, thewarmth, the lights; I had never been warmin my life, ever. Donna Tartt
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
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Unknown
It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.
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Audrey Niffenegger
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
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Audrey Niffenegger
Top 15 Things Money Can’t BuyTime. Happiness. Inner Peace. Integrity. Love. Character. Manners. Health. Respect. Morals. Trust. Patience. Class. Common sense. Dignity.
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Roy T. Bennett
One day spent with someone you love can change everything.
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Mitch Albom
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