Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes - Page 2

He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.

(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is also where my ghosts reside.)
(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(But you are a child.)
(I am not a child.)
(But you have not known love.)
(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)

Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!

Grandfather informs me that is not possible.

I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.

I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.

She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time...
...why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time, my greatest regret is how much I believed in the future.

The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

Because sometimes people who seem good
end up being not as good as you might have hoped.

Nine out of ten significant people have to do with money or war!

Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing.

There are worse things, worse than being like us. Look, at least we're alive.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

...is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.