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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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
We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
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Burn Cure Fire Love Ourselves Start
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 try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember,
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Life Lose Myself Remember Try
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 can only hold on to the things I want to lose.
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Hold On Lose Myself
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 never confused what I had with what I was.
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Confusion Myself
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
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Myself Thinking
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 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
The world is a big place,” he said, “but so is the inside of an apartment!
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Himself Place Room World
I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster’s paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.
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Feeling Myself Night Nightmare Wake Up
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
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’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.
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Different Hate Myself

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