Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

Why are you leaving me?
He wrote, I do not know how to live.
I do not know either but I am trying.
I do not know how to try.
There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me

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

Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.

I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

If I’d been someone else in a different world I’d've done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

With writing, we have second chances.

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

Writing's funny, it's like walking down a hall in the dark looking for the light switch, and suddenly you find it, flip it on, and then you discover the hallway you passed through is papered with the novel you've written.

I realized that your mother couldn't see the emptiness, she couldn't see anything...All of the words I'd written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?

Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.

We spent our lives making livings.

As we drove, I imagined we were standing still and the world was coming toward us.

There are more places you haven't heard of then you're heard of!' I loved that

You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.

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.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.