Author of quotes: Jonathan SAFRAN Foer. Page 3

Whether we yearn for something irretrievably lost, or hope to fulfil their cherished dreams.

In the morning he left for the airport. I decided not to touch his suitcase.
I waited for his return.
It's been hours. And minutes.
I opened the store at 11:00.
I waited by the window. I still believed in him.
I haven't had lunch.
It only took seconds.
The day has passed. It was evening.
I didn't eat dinner.
In between moments fit years.
Your father pushed my stomach.
What was he trying to tell me?
I put to the Windows of the birdcage.
I opened the Windows and opened the cage.
I pulled the fish into the toilet.
I took down dogs and cats and removed their collars.
And released insects into the street.
And snakes.
And mice.
I told them: Out.
And they were gone.
And never came back.

- What are your ghosts like?
They're on the wrong side of my eyelids.

I'm all ready to give up, but to live without violence. World. That's all I want for them. Not money and not even love. It is still possible. Now that I know, and so I have so much happiness. They need to start with a clean slate.

She has always responded when I called. Don't know how she did it. Can we just waited all day for my call.

I didn't want to hear about the death but it was said, even when not talking about her.

I hate you, I will tell him my opinion.
I hate you, say it to me.

[...] it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didnt think about my life at all.
[...] it was one of the best days of my life; a day that I spent without thinking about life.

So what about skyscrapers for dead people that were built down?
What about skyscrapers for dead people, constructed deep inside the earth?

- Well, look: what if a plane to drop you in the middle of the Sahara desert, and you take tweezers one grain of sand and move it one millimeter? What will this mean?
- Well, that I moved a grain of sand.
- What follows?
- Which means that I moved a grain of sand.
- Which means that you changed the Sahara. A huge desert, which billion years. And you changed it.

His eyes patched the hole in the center of my being.

I felt the loneliness is stronger than if there was one.

- You would forgive him? - I asked.
"Yes," said Grandpa. Yes. I would have tried.
You're only saying that because even I can't imagine what it's like to experience it, said Augustine.
- I can.
- This is not one of those things that you can imagine. It happens. After that there is no place for imagination.

There were things that I wanted to tell him. But I knew that they hurt him. So I buried them and allowed them to hurt me.