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I never confused what I had with what I was.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I got incredibly heavy boots about how relatively insignificant life is, and how, compared to the universe and compared to time, it didn’t even matter if I existed at all.
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Existence heavy Myself Time Universe
When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
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Life Love Necessary Possible Yourself
Also, I designed a pretty fascinating bracelet, where you put a rubber band around your favorite book of poems for a year, and then you take it off and wear it.
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Book Design Fascination Myself Poem Yourself
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
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Fill Memories Time
I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.
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Day Experience Hope Love Understand Willing Yourself
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
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
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Myself Thinking
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
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
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Imagination Myself Ocean Yourself
I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
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Afraid Lose Love Myself Refusal
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
I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.
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Forgiveness Leave Myself Return
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
We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.
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Imagination Oneself Universe
When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.
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Eat Factory Live Ourselves
It’s so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. You won’t be awake for another five hours, but I can’t help feeling that we’re sharing this clear and beautiful morning.
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Beautiful Cleaning Feeling Help Low Morning Myself Shadow Sun

I never confused what I had with what I was.

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