But then I understood my poor heart and realised that in spite of you, I could do nothing against time." She went on slowly, now with her eyes turned away, now looking at him.
"Alas, some day, I may say to you, 'I no longer love you.' Alas, alas, some day I may say to you, 'I have never loved you!' "This is the wound--time, which passes and changes us.

The separation of human beings that deceive themselves is nothing in comparison.

One can live even so.

But the passage of time! To grow old, to think differently, to die.

I am growing old and I am dying, I.