CLARE: It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays. I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.
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 it. Why is love intensified by absence?
Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
HENRY: How does it feel? How does it feel? Sometimes it feels as though your attention has wandered for just an instant. Then, with a start, you realize that the book you were holding, the red plaid cotton shirt with white buttons, the favorite black jeans and the maroon socks with an almost-hole in one heel, the living room, the about-to-whistle tea kettle in the kitchen: all of these have vanished. You are standing, naked as a jaybird, up to your ankles in ice water in a ditch along an unidentified rural route. You wait a minute to see if maybe you will just snap right back to your book, your apartment, et cetera. After about five minutes of swearing and shivering and hoping to hell you can just disappear, you start walking in any direction, which will eventually yield a farmhouse, where you have the option of stealing or explaining. Stealing will sometimes land you in jail, but explaining is more tedious and time-consuming and involves lying anyway, and also sometimes results in being hauled off to jail, so what the hell.
I met Clare for the first time in October, 1991. She met me for the first time in September, 1977; she was six, I will be thirty-eight. She's known me all her life. In 1991 I'm just getting to know her.
-thetimetraveler'swife.audreyniffenegger
oh man. i just finished that book. i'm in love with the characters. henry. clare. everyone. except ingrid and gomez. ahhhhhh!!! it's such a good book. please please please go read it if you haven't. sighhhhhhh -dreamy-
Time is nothing.
today i went to nus for srppppp and was getting started on my report and stuff.. yay! like finally after lagging. won't bore anyone with the sordid details. anyway, there aren't much of hols left. but i'm still going to tabletennis tmr :)
the main event of the day is BIBLE STUDY!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i am free from the law!!!!! hahahahahahaaaha (: (: (: (: (: i am forgiven of all my sins by the blood of Jesus. i am righteous by the blood of Jesus! i have no reason feeling guilty anymore. i have to forgive myself and rest in Him. either forgive sin, yours or others, or retain it. eww. He died for us and as us at the cross. we died with Him, in Him. and we too are resurrected with Him, in Him!!!! that is why i am qualified for every single blessing from God. it's my birthright to be healed. it's my inheritance to be prosperous. that's my life. and that's how i live it.
did you know that worrying is a sin? hahaha!! cute huh.
oh man. i can't stop thinking about the book. i'm going back to it now. to that world of mysterious space-time continuum.
oh, the timelessness of genuine love.