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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

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.
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Alive Feeling Hands Heart Touch Yourself
The animals are those things that God likes but doesn’t love.
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Animal God Love
Every moment before this one depends on this one.
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Depend Moments Oneself
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
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Myself Thinking
The world is a big place,” he said, “but so is the inside of an apartment!
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Himself Place Room World
She extended a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
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Break Fingers Hands Herself Silence
In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
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Manufacture Myself Truth Wall
Everything else happened – why not the things that could have?
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Destiny Fate Life
Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
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Change Live Ourselves Respond
Songs are as sad as the listener.
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Listening Sadness Song
I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.
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Ability Hold On Important Myself Sorry
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
I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
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Hands Myself Side Thinking
Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
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Animal Dog Happiness Oneself
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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Leaving Let Go Life People Yourself
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
Writers now are putting total faith in designers at Apple and Amazon. It’s almost like a race-car driver having no input into how cars are designed.
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Car Design Faith Writing
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
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Life Live Myself One Liner Regret
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
We are not long-term beings. Not heroes of romances in many volumes. For one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort. We openly admit: our creations will be temporary. We shall have this as our aim: a gesture.
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Admit Effort Goal Human Open Romance Temporary Time Volume
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
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
But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.
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Come Explanation Mend Myself
In my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations.
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Conversation End Family Father Myself
And she would say, “Today you believe in God?” And he would say, “Today I believe in love”.
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Believe God Love Myself
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
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Grow Up Worst
In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you’ve lost, what can you say about that?
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Lost Memories Morning Shadow Yourself

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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