The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.

For he loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

How much time? Not as much as I had yesterday.

...you seemed to be listening to me, not to find out useful information, but to try to catch me in a logical fallacy. This tells us all that you are used to being smarter than your teachers, and that you listen to them in order to catch them making mistakes and prove how smart you are to the other students. This is such a pointless, stupid way of listening to teachers that it is clear you are going to waste months of our time before you finally catch on that the only transaction that matters is a transfer of useful information from adults who possess it to children who do not, and that catching mistakes is a criminal misuse of time.