There are only some many times you can utter “It does not hurt” before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERHe 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.
More Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes
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Choosing leaf or flesh, factory farm or family farm, does not in itself change the world, but teaching ourselves, our children, our local communities, and our nation to choose conscience over ease can.
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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 talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.
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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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My wife and I have chosen to bring up our children as vegetarians. In another time or place, we might have made a different decision. But the realities of our present moment compelled us to make that choice.
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If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
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I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.
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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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I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.
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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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Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
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We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
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Everything else happened – why not the things that could have?
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We spent our lives making livings.
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