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Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].

Jonathan Safran Foer

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
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Life Love Necessary Possible Yourself
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
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Fill Memories Time
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
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Happiness Philosophy Protect Sadness Yourself
You do not have to utter anything you do not want to utter,” I told her, and she said, “Then I would never utter another word again.” “You do not have to do anything that you do not want to do.” “Then I would never do anything again.
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Word Yourself
When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
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Eat Factory Live Ourselves
Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?
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Imagination Love Time Togetherness Touch
Silently the animal catches our glance. The animal looks at us, and whether we look away or not, we are exposed. Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
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Animal Change Expose Live Respond Silence
Songs are as sad as the listener.
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Listening Sadness Song
I wasn’t trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn’t matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.
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Better Country Home Invention Live World
It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Lonely Myself People Start Wonder
Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.
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Born Death Fire Live Ourselves Rise Smoking
I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn’t recognize it. It’s not that I didn’t trust him, becuase I did. It’s that at the end of my search I wanted to be able to say: I don’t know how I could have tried harder.
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Hard Key Myself Trust Try
Writers now are putting total faith in designers at Apple and Amazon. It’s almost like a race-car driver having no input into how cars are designed.
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Car Design Faith Writing
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
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Believe Future Greatness Learning Time Treat
I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: “Do you like me?
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Arrangement Myself Question World
She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love.
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Herself Love Myself Togetherness

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