Ariana

“Sixty minutes to an hour.
Twenty-four hours to a day.
These are mortal instruments, for mortal lives.
But when you live forever, time is something far less constant.
When you are happy, a decade rushes by.
When you are sad, a minute crawls.
When you are lonely and afraid, time seems to lose all meaning.
Blink, and a year is gone.
Blink, and it has only been a night.
Only, it is not a life at all.
It is a prison sentence.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil