Quotes by Audrey Niffenegger

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.

I wont ever leave you, even though youre always leaving me.

Its hard being left behind. (...) Its hard to be the one who stays.

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

Why is love intensified by absence?

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until Im tired. I watch the wind play with the trash thats 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.

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. 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. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.

‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldnt stand losing. But its too late for that.

Dont you think its better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

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 Valentinas first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that youve misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.

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.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

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.

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. Its 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.