“He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time.He’d forgotten how bright it was.So bright he could hardly stand it. ”

“He looked at her then, and she could see he wasn't afraid."Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten," he said.”

“How long have you been standing there?""Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger.""He deserved it.”

“There are questions Kyungsoo doesn’t ask Jongin. He doesn’t ask Jongin if they can stay together forever, or how many tomorrows are really left, because sometimes the truth is too bright. He can only hold onto the seconds, each gesture, each contact, each syllable. Jongin comes in seconds. Everything comes in seconds.If only the seconds could last long enough.”

“He was realist enough to know he might never find the life partner he longed for, and dreamer enough not to quit looking”

“He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.”