Audrey Niffenegger Quotes

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about...

I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved

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Audrey Niffenegger (born June 13, 1963) is an American writer, artist, and academic. Her debut novel, The Time Traveler's Wife, published in 2003, was a bestseller.

I love you, always. Time is nothing. Henry

I won't ever leave you, she says. Even though you're always leaving me.But I never want to leave you.

I'm going to fall apart...I cant--I don't know what to feel.

Odio pensare a te che aspetti, so che mi hai aspettato per tutta la vita, sempre incerta su quanto lunga sarebbe stata l'attesa. Dieci minuti, dieci giorni. Un mese. Che marito inaffidabile sono stato...

Sometimes a thing is---too much---and it has to be isolated put away.

Sometimes a thing is--too much--and it has to be put away.

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

You didn’t answer my question. I asked you about being in love. You said what it was like when your wife went away.Martin sat down again. How young she is. When we were that young we invented the worl...

You see, resumed Laura, I really have some grounds for supposing that my next incarnation will be in a lower organism. I shall be an animal of some kind. On the other hand, I haven’t been a bad sort i...

He said it quietly but with such intensity that Valentina fell in love with him, though she had no name for the feeling and nothing to compare it to.

We are all time travelers in our minds, if not in our bodies.

She could express her soul with that voice, whenver I listened to her I felt my life meant more than mere biology...she could really hear, she understood structure and she could analyze exactly what i...

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But then I feel guilty for wanting to avoid the sadness; dead people need us to remember them, even if it eats us, even if all we can do is say until it is as meaningless as air.

But you make me happy. It's living up to being happy that's the difficult part.

Een kraai vliegt over het gras. Zijn schaduw vliegt onder hem door en komt hem weer tegen wanneer hij onder het raam landt en één keer krast.

He would say her name over and over until it devolved into meaningless sounds - mah REI kuh, mah REI kuh - it became an entry in a dictionary of loneliness.

I loved you, I made you, and I made this for you - long after I am gone, and Henry is gone, and even Alba is gone. It will say, we made you, and here you are, here and now.