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She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Let love write on you for awhile.
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Love Sex Writing Yourself
I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
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Happiness Myself Thinking Time
Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Future Horizon Reach
I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster’s paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.
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Feeling Myself Night Nightmare Wake Up
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?
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Laughter Myself Room Small
Most of the times that I think about my relationship to Judaism, I not only accuse myself of a shallowness, but I feel certain that there’s a shallowness there. That’s not a bad thing, really.
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Bad Myself Relationship Shallow Thinking Time
Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree.
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Family Food Herself Offering Terror Tree
I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.
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Enemy Myself Ordinary Thinking Way
I never confused what I had with what I was.
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Confusion Myself
It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.
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Imagination Thinking Yourself
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
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Come Explanation Mend Myself
One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second.
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Erase Happiness Oneself Pain
A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don’t know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.
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Day Oneself Start Worst
It’s so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. You won’t be awake for another five hours, but I can’t help feeling that we’re sharing this clear and beautiful morning.
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Beautiful Cleaning Feeling Help Low Morning Myself Shadow Sun
Thanksgiving is the holiday that encompasses all others. All of them, from Martin Luther King Day to Arbor Day to Christmas to Valentine’s Day, are in one way or another about being thankful.
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Day Holiday Oneself Thankful
Every night before putting her to sleep, Yankel counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Appearance Himself Night Sleep Steal

She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.

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