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I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.

Jonathan Safran Foer

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
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Happiness Philosophy Protect Sadness Yourself
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.
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Existence Need Protection Yourself
The world is a big place,” he said, “but so is the inside of an apartment!
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Himself Place Room World
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
Every moment before this one depends on this one.
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Depend Moments Oneself
He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.
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Admire Book Feeling Reading Yourself
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?
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Imposter Myself Recognition Share Smile Wrong
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
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Appreciation Division Genius Infinte Sadness Separate
In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you’ve lost, what can you say about that?
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Lost Memories Morning Shadow Yourself
And she would say, “Today you believe in God?” And he would say, “Today I believe in love”.
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Believe God Love Myself
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
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
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Imagination Myself Ocean Yourself
He couldn’t bear to live, but he couldn’t bear to die. He couldn’t bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn’t bear to keep it, but he couldn’t bear to destroy it either.
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Death Destroy Himself Live Note
Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they’re nothing.” “So what’s something?” “Being reliable is something. Being good.
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Feeling Goodness Reliable Trust
It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us…on the inside, looking out.
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Illumination Light Myself Past Side

I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.

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