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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.

Jonathan Safran Foer

But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
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Come Explanation Mend Myself
I am sure people tell you this constantly but if you looked up ‘incredibly beautiful’ in the dictionary there would be a picture of you.
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Dictionary People Photograph Yourself
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
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Myself Thinking
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
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Complete Empty Feeling Myself Need
Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.
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Comfortable Experience Organization Scare Word
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn’t see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Distance Fill Memories Reach Time Walk Yourself
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 wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.
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Day Myself Wash
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
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Bone Hear Live Myself Time Weight
If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d’ve done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.
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Different Myself Silence World
There were 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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Bury Communication Hide Himself Hurt Myself Word
Every factory-farmed animal is, as a practice, treated in ways that would be illegal if it were a dog or a cat.
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Animal Cat Dog Farm Illegal Practice Treat Way
Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don’t mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.
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Dreams End Eyes Myself Person World
Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].
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Enough Expression One Liner Sadness Word
I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
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Afraid Lose Love Myself Refusal
Not responding is a response – we are equally responsible for what we don’t do.
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Deep Equality Respond Silence
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
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Fill Memories Time
Ironically, the utterly unselective omnivore — “I’m easy; I’ll eat anything” — can appear more socially sensitive than the individual who tries to eat in a way that is good for society.
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Appearance Easy Eat Goodness Social Society Way
My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met.
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Life Myself Story
I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.
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Blank Book Infinite Myself 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
Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
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Feeling Fiction Reading Strong Work
She extended a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
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Break Fingers Hands Herself Silence
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
Just to be a functioning adult in the world, we develop all of these layers of protection. When we see homeless people, we don’t cry, even though homeless people probably deserve our tears – you know, it’s a horrible thing.
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Adult Cry Deserve Development Function Home Ourselves People World
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
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
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Love Missing Tragedy Yourself

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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