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We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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?
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Lonely Myself People Start Wonder
I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.
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Deep Missing Myself Problem Surround
Food serves two parallel purposes: it nourishes and it helps you remember. Eating and storytelling are inseparable-the saltwater is also tears; the honey not only tastes sweet, but makes us think of sweetness; the matzo is the bread of our affliction.
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Food Help Honey Nourish Ourselves Purpose Remember Serve Tears
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
While it is always possible to wake a person who’s sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.
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Asleep Person Possible Sleep Wake Willing
I don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
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Excellence Life Limitation Thinking
I never confused what I had with what I was.
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Confusion Myself
I was more alone than if I had been alone.
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Alone Myself
The meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.
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Leave Meaning Myself River Start Thinking Tree
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?
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Laughter Myself Room Small
The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.
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Active Forget Pain Remember
Songs are as sad as the listener.
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Listening Sadness Song
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
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Imagination Myself Ocean Yourself
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
I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Hold On Lose Myself

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

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