I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOERHighs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they’re nothing.” “So what’s something?” “Being reliable is something. Being good.
More Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes
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What does it remember like?
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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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In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
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Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.
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Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.
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We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
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We are lying to ourselves and to each other. Lying about what? I don’t care if we’re lying. I am a bad person. I don’t care. I don’t care what you are.
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I never confused what I had with what I was.
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I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
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I didn’t feel empty. I wished I’d felt empty. … I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.
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Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
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Ninety-nine percent of all land animals eaten or used to produce milk and eggs in the United States are factory farmed. So although there are important exceptions, to speak about eating animals today is to speak about factory farming.
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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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She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes.
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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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