time-travel

I can__ comprehend why any black man with even a lick of sense would have the slightest bit of interest in time travel. Going backward in time? A black man? You have got to be out of your mind.

Hi,_ Jake said. __ met you earlier today, but you were a lot younger then._ __ was a lot younger ten minutes ago.

Ah! listen the song of storm from my disturbed soul;and it scatters flower buds into its lonely halls;like every pain needs a dirge,with wreaths that awful the world framed one for me,and gives the time it calls.

Jealousy is nothing but a fear of being abandoned

But Time and Tide and Buttered Eggs wait for no man.

You couldn't changed history. But you could get it right to start with. Do something differently the FIRST time around.This whole business with seeking Slytherin's secrets... seemed an awful lot like the sort of thing where, years later, you would look back and say, 'And THAT was where it all started to go wrong.'And he would wish desperately for the ability to fall back through time and make a different choice. Wish granted. Now what?

Her lips were burning with the lies she spoke and yet, he longed to kiss the fire.

We will grow old and die, eventually.Then I'll see you in Heaven.

Little known fact: When you get really scared and too many scary things happen at once, you can leave your body. I don__ know if it__ your soul or your consciousness or what, but you can literally float up in the air over your body and watch what it__ doing.

Writing is emotional...it is baring your soul to the world and waiting for someone to acknowledge and love it, or shun and hate it, or worse be indifferent about it.

...Jesus was only twelve years old. Jesus was learning the carpentry trade from his father.Two Roman soldiers came into the shop with a mechanical drawing on papyrus of a device they wanted built by sunrise the next morning. It was a cross to be used in the execution of a rabble-rouser.Jesus and his father built it. They were glad to have the work. And the rabble-rouser was executed on it.So it goes.

Celine glanced up as she passed under an arch, at another of the chateau__ decorations, her personal favorite: the entwined letters G and R, carved over every doorway. Family legend had it that one of the original owners of the chateau, a knight by the name of Sir Gaston de Varennes, was responsible for that bit of artwork. Sir Gaston, it seemed, had been quite a ladies_ man__ntil he had met and married his wife, whom he loved so much, he had had her initial engraved with his in every castle he owned.

There is a non-technical way to travel in time: Try to create religious generations in your country, then you will certainly travel back in time, into the old eras!

Are you okay, Maggie?_ Logan asked, rousing me out of my mind-numbing speculations. Heaving a big sigh, I turned to him and said, __ guess so._ __re you still worried about visiting your mother?_ he asked softly. Nodding, I said, __ little. I__ just so confused about this whole time-space-brain twister thing. And I__ afraid I might say the wrong thing and mess everything up._ I shook my head, trying to make sense of my thoughts. __ mean - what if my younger self should call my mother while I__ there visiting her? Is there really another version of me? Or by coming here from the future, did the younger me cease to exist?

How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise?

I asked you a question. What are you doing here?"Resting his elbows on the side of the tub, he smiled lazily. She hated it when he smiled lazily. "Waiting for the bubbles to evaporate," he said.

She deliberated too much afore making decisions; he acted on instinct. He liked Oreos, she preferred pasta worms.

I have fourteen black wives an' one white, de chiefest one. I would sure enough shoo her away dis minute if you tek her place in my bed tonight, Mama Sam Moon."Was sex all these people ever thought about? I guess life was short back then, and nobody had much time to waste on anything else.