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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.

Jonathan Safran Foer

I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
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heavy Myself Thinking Time
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
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Missing Myself Sorry Wonder
I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Hold On Lose Myself
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 love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.
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Food Limitation Love Myself
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
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
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
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
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
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Grow Up Worst
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
We often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with it, or makes the saved time less present, intimate and rich. I worry that the closer the world gets to our fingertips, the further it gets from our hearts.
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Heart Intimate Myself Often Present Rich Save Technology Time
Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?
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Animal Dog Happiness Oneself
It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.
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Challenge Eat Myself
The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.
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Active Forget Pain Remember
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

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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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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