David GrossmanThe passing time is painful. I have lost the art of moving simply, naturally, within it. I am swept back against its flow. Angry, vindictive, it pierces me all the time, all the time with its spikes.
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We all have to deal with pain that comes from the passage of time. When you are under the age of 15, time passes by too quickly, like a river that is too fast to stop. At some point, however, you will come to the realization that time is not going anywhere. It has always flown at this pace, and it always will. You can choose to become angry or bitter about this, or you can choose to accept it and use it as the source of strength it is meant to be.
Source: Falling Out Of Time
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