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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.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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
I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
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Afraid Lose Love Myself Refusal
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
The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.
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Bruise Earn Feeling Hate Life Yourself
Let love write on you for awhile.
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Love Sex Writing 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
The mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.
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Death Mistake Myself
I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Hold On Lose Myself
The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that “beauty always takes place in the particular.” Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.
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Cruelty Observation Philosophy Place
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.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Deep Missing Myself Problem Surround
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
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Grow Up Worst
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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Laughter Myself Room Small
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
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
It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.
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Hard Live Person Place Travel

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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