Save Your Family!

When joined as a whole, the Devil’s Stone was rumored to perform many miracles: strike people dead in an instant, turn lead into gold, even open portals in time.

It’s too easy for me to say the wrong thing today, and if I do, we may never meet at all

Wells: Yes, it’s possible, but problematic. Assuming you could create the conditions necessary to take that journey, that journey would then be fraught with potential pitfalls: the Novikov Principle of Self-Consistency, for example.

Joe: Wait—the what, now?

Barry: If you travel back in time to change something, then you end up being the causal factor of that event.

Cisco: Like . . . Terminator.

Joe: Ah!

Wells: Or is time plastic? Is it mutable, whereby any changes in the continuum could create an alternate timeline?

Cisco: Back to the Future.

Joe: Ah, saw that one, too.

No, that’s not how it works. In our timeline, Barry’s mother’s already dead, and her death is a fixed point. And nothing can change that.

When your dad was younger, he had a best friend, a boy called Red. Red disappeared down that well.

You’re missing the big picture here: If time travel were possible, it would be the greatest ethical and philosophical conundrum of the modern age.

After visiting his estranged wife, Jemma, at her top secret lab, retired special forces agent and ne’er-do-well Roy Pulver finds himself endlessly repeating the next day, which always starts with the same assassin in his apartment and always ends with Roy dead, even as he learns more and more about Jemma, their son Joe, Jemma’s work, and how to kill endless assassins.

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It’s like being stuck in a video game in a level you know you can’t beat. —from the Hulu varient

You have traveled thirty years back in time to save your cat.

“I know it’s your birthday,” Leonard said. “You’ve made me watch Sixteen Candles enough times to ensure that I wouldn’t let this one slide.”

I’ve seen my parents die 277 times.

Sam wakes up in science class on the first day of tenth grade.

If your parents don’t get married and have kids, then basically you just have no life to go home to because everything woud be different. No one would have any idea who you are.

We don’t know if we can change time or effect it at all.”

Kevin: Then after that day, no one ever saw him again.
Gangsters: Oh! You had him disappeared? 
Kevin: Moved to Preston.
Gangsters: Ahem. Moved to Preston? That’s cold.

Penelope: But if you were challenged to a duel, what would you do?
Kevin: Well, I'd tell a teacher or another adult.

His hajj to Mecca comprised 60,005 people . . . The number of people is different. We changed something! There’s five more people—us!

What are your thoughts on time travel . . . hypothetically speaking, for a paper I’m writing.