Tag: jeanette_winterson

We will have dreams but will they come true?
The past must not mortgage the future.
But what is it that’s forgiven?
Time is reversible.
That which is lost is found.
What is memory but a rope slung across time?
Neither of them could move towards the other.
Time can’t unhappen but it can be unlost. Can it?
Now it’s started we’d better finish it.
Not the past, not the future, this now.
Life can’t unhappen.
The past was always in front of him like a river he couldn’t cross.
These nothings are nothing.
That’s what happens as you get older; everything is a long time ago.
I have to do this part by myself.
The rush of time that passes so slowly and so fast.
The present that disappears like water over the waterfall.
He knew how to think about himself.
Why do we do the things we do?
Walking like a statue through a statue garden.