“Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?”

“I cannot keep a clock or a watch. They stop on me. Why won't time stay peacefully on my wrist? Is time not interested in me any more because I am dying?”

“This time if you want me to come back, it's up to you.
But remember I won't allow the things you used to do.
You're gonna have to toe the mark and walk the line;
This time will be the last time.”

“You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.”

“Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.”

“Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.”

“I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.”

“So rolling time changes the seasons of things. What was of value, becomes in turn of no worth.”
Sic volvenda aetas commutat tempora rerum. Quod fuit in pretio, fit nullo denique honore.

“When he stopped walking and kissed me a few minutes later, it was like time had stopped, with the air, my heart, and the world all so still. And it was this I remembered every other time I was with Marshall.”

“Getting angry over something that won't change is like seeing what happens if you hit your hand with a hammer over and over again, and being surprised each time when it hurts. So you might as well stop doing it.”