No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERIn truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
More Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes
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Only humans can cry tears.
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If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.
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I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.
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I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: “Do you like me?
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As long as I am thinking, I am alive.
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We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.
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While it is always possible to wake a person who’s sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.
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I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this.
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Every moment before this one depends on this one.
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The world is a big place,” he said, “but so is the inside of an apartment!
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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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We are not long-term beings. Not heroes of romances in many volumes. For one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort. We openly admit: our creations will be temporary. We shall have this as our aim: a gesture.
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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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What does it remember like?
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Worthy would-be worlds of words, whorls of working wonder.
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