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I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember,

Jonathan Safran Foer

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
One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second.
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Erase Happiness Oneself Pain
I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?
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Beginning Deserve Detail Friendship Leaving Myself Relationship Talk Yourself
Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Future Horizon Reach
It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can’t people say what they mean at the time?
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Heart Meaning Myself People Pieces Word
The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that “beauty always takes place in the particular.” Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.
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Cruelty Observation Philosophy Place
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
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Missing Myself Sorry Wonder
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
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Love Missing Tragedy Yourself
My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
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Life Myself Story
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
Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.
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Brain Invention Myself Quiet
This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
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Absence Hate Himself Love Presence
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.
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Appearance Himself Night Sleep Steal
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
The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
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Bruise Earn Feeling Hate Life Yourself
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

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