Lauren Oliver Quotes

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.

How slow and still the time did drag along.

Monotony collapses time; novelty unfolds it. You can exercise daily and eat healthily and live a long life, while experiencing a short one. If you spend your life sitting in a cubicle and passing papers, one day is bound to blend unmemorably into the next - and disappear.

Sometimes it feels like my life is just one long day.

If you eat the same cereal every day it's gonna get old. And if I had thought about snowboarding every day, I would have quit a long time ago.

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

It's psychologically a weird experience to be so aware of the fact that the real time of your life is moving much faster than the fictional time you're trying to depict. You start to feel very weighted down sometimes.

Eternal rest sounds comforting in the pulpit; well, you try it once, and see how heavy time will hang on your hands.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

Repetition comforts me for a time, then closes in.

I'd had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.

Time collapses and expands like an erratic accordion.

There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.

‎The way you understand and investigate time is by moving inward, into metabolism. The human body is a knot in time.

Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

The future is a monotonous instrument

Everything was leveled, there were no extremes of joy or sorrow any more but only habit, routine, ancient family names and rites and customs, slow careful old people moving cautiously around furniture that had sat in the same positions for fifty years.

When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, it seems like two minutes; when you sit on a hot stove for two minutes, it seems like two hours. That's relativity.

Time is the supreme illusion. It is but the inner prism by which we decompose being and life, the mode under which we perceive successively what is simultaneous in idea.

Monotony collapses time. Novelty unfolds it.

We're repeating the same things all the time; there aren't many new things happening in this life.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.