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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.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Compassionate Truth
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
As long as I am thinking, I am alive.
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Alive Myself Thinking
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.
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Active Forget Pain Remember
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER

Love Missing Tragedy Yourself
Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn’t have to invent a thing.
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Brain Invention Myself Quiet
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
It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.
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Imagination Thinking Yourself
There are still many different ways to get stuck, existentially stuck. Feeling like, “This is worthless. I’m wasting my time, and I would be wasting the time of someone who tried to read this.” It happens all the time.
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Different Myself Reading Wasted Time Way Worth
With writing, we have second chances.
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Chance Opportunity Writing
Let love write on you for awhile.
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Love Sex Writing Yourself
The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.
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Each Other Hard Love Myself Stranger Thinking
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
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Come Explanation Mend Myself
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
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?
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Imposter Myself Recognition Share Smile Wrong

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