Lost in Time

by A.G. Riddle

People with nothing to lose were the most dangerous thing in the world.

He realized then what a truly powerful thing hope was.

Nothing gave a parent superpowers like knowing their child needed them and that no one else could help them.

That was the way of the world, he thought: you give it your all; sometimes it’s enough, sometimes it’s not, and sometimes, the tide carries you in.

that’s life. You push and pull and sometimes things catch fire and sometimes they don’t. You keep going: that’s the key.

That was the key to survival—doing better tomorrow than you did today. Getting up every day and improving.

Whoever thought books didn’t save lives was so very wrong.

“Here’s one. See if you can figure out what it means: if you can’t change the past without destroying the present, what does that tell you?”

There was no single meaning of life—there was only the meaning of your life.

She lived on a quiet street, in a small, quiet-looking house, and she herself was quiet (most of the time). She exercised, and she studied, and she went to art galleries and a few bookstore readings for her favorite authors—and not much else.

She felt as if the present was slipping away. And the future was rushing forward like an asteroid about to strike her world.

“I don’t know. But that’s one thing I’ve learned about time: sometimes life gives you problems you can’t solve today. That’s what tomorrow is for. And that’s why you keep going.”