She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence. Jonathan Safran Foer More Quotes by Jonathan Safran Foer More Quotes From Jonathan Safran Foer If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it? Jonathan Safran Foer ifs answers Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness. Jonathan Safran Foer bored darkness waiting Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home. Jonathan Safran Foer anna wall home We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other. Jonathan Safran Foer imposter recognizing Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on. Jonathan Safran Foer time-passing wanted hands In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that. Jonathan Safran Foer invention loses ends I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself. Jonathan Safran Foer protect ifs wanted What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming? Jonathan Safran Foer dream forever feelings She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you. Jonathan Safran Foer meetings dream beautiful I felt it very moving to feel his touch, and to remember that hands can also show love. Jonathan Safran Foer remember hands moving It was inevitable: Yankel fell in love with his never-wife. He would wake from sleep to miss the weight that never depressed the bed next to him, remember in earnest the weight of gestures she never made, long for the un-weight of her un-arm slung over his too-real chest, making his widower's rememberences that much more convincing and his pain that much more real. Jonathan Safran Foer pain real sleep Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights. Jonathan Safran Foer boredom night war How did her life live itself without her. Jonathan Safran Foer timepieces 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. Jonathan Safran Foer pitcher empty stones I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. Jonathan Safran Foer loud skulls night Compassion is a muscle that gets stronger with use, and the regular exercise of choosing kindness over cruelty would change us. Jonathan Safran Foer compassion kindness exercise I don't mind if smiles come at my expense, I'm a small price to pay. Jonathan Safran Foer pun mind pay What kind of world would we create if three times a day we activated our compassion and reason as we sat down to eat, if we had the moral imagination and the pragmatic will to change our most fundamental act of consumption? Jonathan Safran Foer three compassion imagination I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty. Jonathan Safran Foer want boys thinking It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over. Jonathan Safran Foer hourglass known long
