It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about “Eleanor Rigby.” It’s true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOEREverything I did, I did because I thought it was the correct thing to do, I am not a hero, it is true, But I am not a bad person, either.
More Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes
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Only humans can cry tears.
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It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
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She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
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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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She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
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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.
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I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Of course food has an important cultural use in families, but there are things that have more important cultural uses in families, and broadening the conversation out simply from what’s reasonable also allows in other things.
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So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!
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One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second.
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Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.
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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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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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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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