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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?

Jonathan Safran Foer

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.
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Day Myself Wash
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
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Grow Up Worst
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.
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Each Other Talk Way Word
The animals are those things that God likes but doesn’t love.
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Animal God Love
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
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
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
What does it remember like?
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One Liner Remember
I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
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Happiness Myself Thinking Time
I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.
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Bury Memories Opinion Ourselves Past Remain Side
There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
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Understand Wrong 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 felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.
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Difference Emotion Feeling Shame Shy Yourself
I was more alone than if I had been alone.
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Alone Myself
Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn’t see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.
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Day Distance Fill Memories Reach Time Walk Yourself
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
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
One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.
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Day Family Hate Love Oneself Yourself
Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
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Feeling Fiction Reading Strong Work
Not responding is a response – we are equally responsible for what we don’t do.
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Deep Equality Respond Silence
I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.
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Different Hate Myself
One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second.
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Erase Happiness Oneself Pain
We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.
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Imagination Oneself Universe
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
Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of out family tree.
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Family Food Herself Offering Terror Tree
The philosopher Elaine Scarry has observed that “beauty always takes place in the particular.” Cruelty, on the other hand, prefers abstraction.
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Cruelty Observation Philosophy Place
He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
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Children Deep Family Father Lying Myself Parents Promise

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