years

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
7abff26	Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.	solitude marquez garcia hundred of one years	Gabriel García Márquez
411d424	I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.	life road nineteen years	Sylvia Plath
9f24755	When you have been with your partner for so many years, they become the glove compartment map that you've worn dog-eared and white-creased, the trail you recogonize so well you could draw it by heart and for this very reason keep it with you on journeys at all times. And yet, when you least expect it, one day you open your eyes and there is an unfamiliar turnoff, a vantage point taht wasn't there before, and you have to stop and wonder if maybe this landmark isn't new at all, but rather something you have missed all along.	marriage love partner years	Jodi Picoult
f2d9562	Did you ever look back at some moment in your past and have it suddenly grow so vivid that all the intervening years seemed brief, dreamlike, impersonal--the motions of a May afternoon surrendered to routine?	past years remembering	Roger Zelazny
06207a9	It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years. Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life? And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.	human spirit life old-houses houses years ego	Nora Roberts
8d79680	"Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we are doomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed." If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a mountain high! A hill wasn't enough. From this day forward, I vowed to myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, not God, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, or dominate me in any way. From this day forward, I was my own person, to take what I would, when I would, and I would answer only to myself. I'd been kept prisoner, held captive by greed. I'd been betrayed, deceived, tied to, used, poisoned ... but all that was over now."	perfection fate defeat greed happiness decieved poisened used years-of-struggle towmorrow great-expectations defeated vow captive doomed wanting striving doom vows years dreaming wants put-downs expectations longing	V.C. Andrews
ee4912c	...what still blew them all away was time itself, the days and months and the years, oh yes, the years. They went faster than anything man had the capacity to invent, so fast that for a while they fooled you into thinking they were slow, and was there any crueler trick than that?	years time-passing	Michael Koryta
79f1f84	Look, Miranda, he said, those twenty long years that lie between you and me. I've more knowledge of life than you, I've lived more and betrayed more and seen more betrayed. At your age one is bursting with ideals. You think that because I can sometimes see what's trivial and what's important in art that I ought to be more virtuous. But I don't want to be virtuous. My charm (if there is any) for you is simply frankness. And experience. Not goodness. I'm not a good man. Perhaps morally I'm younger even than you are. Can you understand that?	virtue good goodness life betrayed bursting younger older trivial ideals virtuous years frank old frankness betray important understand ideal experience charm knowledge betrayal young	John Fowles
a4804fc	After you married, Crispin, she said, my heart was broken. I will not deny it. But I did not slip into a sort of suspended life that would be forever gray and meaningless if you did not somehow come back to me. I put back the pieces of my heart and kept on living. I am not the woman I was when I was in love with you and expecting to marry you. I am not the woman I was when I heard that you were married. I am the woman I have become in the five years since then, and she is a totally different person. I like her. I wish to continue living her life.	love pices years	Mary Balogh
927bad0	"Do you know? He says. "I feel I've known you for years, not ninety minutes."	time minutes years	David Mitchell
d31fcc3	And right now he was feeling the weight of all those losses, and the weight of the years that were behind him, and the weight of the ones that were still ahead, however many there might be - three or four, twenty or thirty, maybe more.	still-ahead years weight	Tom Perrotta
a57c985	lsnwn tmDy btktm `l~ rw'ws 'Sb`h skhr@an bSwtin hms wfj'@an tr`bn fy lmra@ tDrb fj'@ rkbn 'w tGmd khnjran fy Zhrn lshykhwkh@ thjmn ywman b`d ywm lknh ttkshf bwDwH m` ktml kl `qd	years	Isabel Allende
6010375	The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.	love thought-to-ponder years passed thought	Larry McMurtry
b63582a	But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now-that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible.	silence thoughts feelings human death life love years meditation worries human-beings power	Jhumpa Lahiri

7abff26

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

solitude marquez garcia hundred of one years

Gabriel García Márquez

411d424

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.

life road nineteen years

Sylvia Plath

9f24755

When you have been with your partner for so many years, they become the glove compartment map that you've worn dog-eared and white-creased, the trail you recogonize so well you could draw it by heart and for this very reason keep it with you on journeys at all times. And yet, when you least expect it, one day you open your eyes and there is an unfamiliar turnoff, a vantage point taht wasn't there before, and you have to stop and wonder if maybe this landmark isn't new at all, but rather something you have missed all along.

marriage love partner years

Jodi Picoult

f2d9562

Did you ever look back at some moment in your past and have it suddenly grow so vivid that all the intervening years seemed brief, dreamlike, impersonal--the motions of a May afternoon surrendered to routine?

past years remembering

Roger Zelazny

06207a9

It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years. Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life? And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.

human spirit life old-houses houses years ego

Nora Roberts

8d79680

"Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we are doomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed." If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a mountain high! A hill wasn't enough. From this day forward, I vowed to myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, not God, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, or dominate me in any way. From this day forward, I was my own person, to take what I would, when I would, and I would answer only to myself. I'd been kept prisoner, held captive by greed. I'd been betrayed, deceived, tied to, used, poisoned ... but all that was over now."

perfection fate defeat greed happiness decieved poisened used years-of-struggle towmorrow great-expectations defeated vow captive doomed wanting striving doom vows years dreaming wants put-downs expectations longing

V.C. Andrews

ee4912c

...what still blew them all away was time itself, the days and months and the years, oh yes, the years. They went faster than anything man had the capacity to invent, so fast that for a while they fooled you into thinking they were slow, and was there any crueler trick than that?

years time-passing

Michael Koryta

79f1f84

Look, Miranda, he said, those twenty long years that lie between you and me. I've more knowledge of life than you, I've lived more and betrayed more and seen more betrayed. At your age one is bursting with ideals. You think that because I can sometimes see what's trivial and what's important in art that I ought to be more virtuous. But I don't want to be virtuous. My charm (if there is any) for you is simply frankness. And experience. Not goodness. I'm not a good man. Perhaps morally I'm younger even than you are. Can you understand that?

virtue good goodness life betrayed bursting younger older trivial ideals virtuous years frank old frankness betray important understand ideal experience charm knowledge betrayal young

John Fowles

a4804fc

After you married, Crispin, she said, my heart was broken. I will not deny it. But I did not slip into a sort of suspended life that would be forever gray and meaningless if you did not somehow come back to me. I put back the pieces of my heart and kept on living. I am not the woman I was when I was in love with you and expecting to marry you. I am not the woman I was when I heard that you were married. I am the woman I have become in the five years since then, and she is a totally different person. I like her. I wish to continue living her life.

love pices years

Mary Balogh

927bad0

"Do you know? He says. "I feel I've known you for years, not ninety minutes."

time minutes years

David Mitchell

d31fcc3

And right now he was feeling the weight of all those losses, and the weight of the years that were behind him, and the weight of the ones that were still ahead, however many there might be - three or four, twenty or thirty, maybe more.

still-ahead years weight

Tom Perrotta

a57c985

lsnwn tmDy btktm `l~ rw'ws 'Sb`h skhr@an bSwtin hms wfj'@an tr`bn fy lmra@ tDrb fj'@ rkbn 'w tGmd khnjran fy Zhrn lshykhwkh@ thjmn ywman b`d ywm lknh ttkshf bwDwH m` ktml kl `qd

years

Isabel Allende

6010375

The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.

love thought-to-ponder years passed thought

Larry McMurtry

b63582a

But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now-that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible.

silence thoughts feelings human death life love years meditation worries human-beings power

Jhumpa Lahiri