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The meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

Jonathan Safran Foer

He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
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Children Deep Family Father Lying Myself Parents Promise
I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.
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Different Hate Myself
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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Admit Effort Goal Human Open Romance Temporary Time Volume
The hardest part of writing is not to get the ideas but to remember, why it is important to get them.
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Hard Ideas Important Remember Writing
My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
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Life Myself Story
I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.
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Difference Emotion Feeling Shame Shy Yourself
Not responding is a response – we are equally responsible for what we don’t do.
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Deep Equality Respond Silence
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
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
There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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Understand Wrong Yourself
I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.
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Bury Memories Opinion Ourselves Past Remain Side
I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster’s paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.
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Feeling Myself Night Nightmare Wake Up
Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
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Change Live Ourselves Respond
In my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations.
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Conversation End Family Father Myself
The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.
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Animal Irony Time
Thanksgiving is the holiday that encompasses all others. All of them, from Martin Luther King Day to Arbor Day to Christmas to Valentine’s Day, are in one way or another about being thankful.
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Day Holiday Oneself Thankful

The meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

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The meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

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