"The Time Traveler's Wife"
Oct. 7th, 2006 09:35 pmFlip the statement 'every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure against', and you see how having Clare there makes Henry's time travel experience that much multi-dimensional.
- I'm at a loss because I am in love with a man who is standing before me with no memories of me at all. Everything is in the future for him.
- "Actually, you dictated this to me. You told me a few years ago that you memorized the dates from this list. So I don't know how exactly this exists; I mean, it seems sort of like a Mobius strip. But they are accurate. I used them to know when to go down to the Meadow to meet you."
- "All the things that happened. When I was a kid. I mean, so far they have only halfway happened, because you aren't there yet. So when they happened to you, then it's real."
- All the little tokens and souvenirs in this museum of our past are as love letters to an illiterate.
- When I was a child I looked forward to seeing Henry. Every visit was an event. Now every absence is a nonevent, a subtraction...
- "I've never seen him go forward like that, into the future." <> "Well, you don't have so much future with him, yet."
- "Hang in there. In my present we have a baby." ... "Thank you," she says, again, looking at me, talking to me, and I feel as though I am an angel in some demented version of the Annunciation.
- "I'm still moving through the time you're reminiscing about, so it's not really gone, for me. I worry that we aren't paying close attention here and now."
- "Am I very different? Than you expected?" he asks apprehensively. <> "Yes,... you're more..." selfish, I think, but I say, "...younger."
- "Our love has been the thread throught the labyrinth... Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself. ...What an uncertain husband I have been, Clare, like a sailor, Odysseus alone and buffeted by tall waves, sometimes wily and soemtimes just a play-thing of the gods..."
- Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.