Timekeeper Tara Sim Quotes

You're everything. You're... You're chaos and order and everything between. Like sunshine kept back by clouds. Like the entire world's imploded inside you, but all I see are the stars are sewn into your skin. You're filled with soft, dark music. I hear it all the time. Your music.

I would have kissed you if you were a girl. I would have kissed you if you were purple.

There comes a moment when time seems to slip faster, running long then short, shadows shrinking as the sun climbs. It’s the moment, he decided, when you’re no longer a child. When the concept of time and the need for more of it come together and make you powerless. Make you yearn for the longer days, the lazy days, before you knew what time passing actually meant.

He was a boy of air and dust and sunlight. Everything that had gone into the making of the world.

Everyone leaves, in the end.

To tea, without which I would likely be dead.

It would fade in time, he hoped. But what was time to one who breathed never ending seconds, minutes, hours?

It would be something, being in another place.' A spark of an idea caught tinder. 'Where would you most like to go?' 'I don't know. I know nothing about the world. Enfield is my world.' It was the saddest thing Dany had ever heard. 'How about this: when I come next time, I'll bring the world to you.' Though he didn't understand, Colton looked interested. 'Is that possible?' 'Anything is possible'.

The clock chimed five. It sounded almost celebratory as they stood there, hands clasped between them like the meeting of continents. Colton’s mouth was soft and warm, sunlight on silk. Danny was swallowing light. It dived down inside of him until he imagined it bursting out of every pore.

Danny had never been so aware for anyone else in his life. Everything shrank from a universe to a pinpoint, every turn of the earth dependent on his next breath, each touch lingering until those eyes found his. Colton pressed a hand to Danny’s chest and laid his mouth gently against his. Danny wasn’t prepared for it—the reminder that Colton was not like him, that his palms were smooth and free of flaws, that his wrist showed no veins, that his mouth tasted of copper and of sweet clean air. He was a boy of air and dust and sunlight. Everything that had gone into the making of the world.