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A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don’t know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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
Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
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Animal Dog Happiness Oneself
Not responding is a response – we are equally responsible for what we don’t do.
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Deep Equality Respond Silence
When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
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Life Love Necessary Possible Yourself
There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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Understand Wrong Yourself
I was more alone than if I had been alone.
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Alone Myself
Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Future Horizon Reach
It’s so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. You won’t be awake for another five hours, but I can’t help feeling that we’re sharing this clear and beautiful morning.
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Beautiful Cleaning Feeling Help Low Morning Myself Shadow Sun
If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
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Communication Music Understand
Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.
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Head Shy Yourself
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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Change Choice Community Conscience Family Farm Local Nation Ourselves Word
People with nothing to declare carry the most.
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Carry Declare People Talk
I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?
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Beginning Deserve Detail Friendship Leaving Myself Relationship Talk Yourself
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.
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Hand Myself Time Training
I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.
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Enemy Myself Ordinary Thinking Way
Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they’re nothing.” “So what’s something?” “Being reliable is something. Being good.
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Feeling Goodness Reliable Trust
Only humans can cry tears.
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Cry Human Tears
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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Appreciation Division Genius Infinte Sadness Separate
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
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Bird Herself Laughter Migrate
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
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Myself Thinking
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
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.
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Fill Memories Time
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
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
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
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Love Missing Tragedy Yourself
I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: “Do you like me?
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Arrangement Myself Question World
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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Angry Forget Hands Herself Laughter Sadness

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don’t know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

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