I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIn my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations.
More Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes
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As long as I am thinking, I am alive.
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Not responding is a response – we are equally responsible for what we don’t do.
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We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
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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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This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.
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She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
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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.
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Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
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I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
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My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
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We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
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Isn’t it strange how upset people get about a few dozen baseball players taking growth hormones, when we’re doing what we’re doing to our food animals and feeding them to our children?
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It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.
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Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me
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