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 FoerI felt it very moving to feel his touch, and to remember that hands can also show love.
Jonathan Safran FoerŽivot mi je kao djevojčici bio glazba koja se neprestano pojačavala.Sve me moglo dirnuti.Pas koji prati neznanca.Od toga sam osjećala toliko mnogo.Kalendar koji prikazuje pogrešan mjesec.Zbog toga sam se mogla rasplakati.I plakala sam.Gdje završava dim iz mog dimnjaka.Kako se prevrnuta boca zaustavila na rubu stola.
Cijeli život učila sam kako manje osjećati.
Iz dana u dan osjećala sam sve manje.
Je li to starenje?Ili nešto još gore?
Čovjek se ne može zaštiti od tuge,a da se istovremeno ne zaštiti i od sreće.
Once upon a time, USDA inspectors had to condemn any bird with such fecal contamination. But about thirty years ago, the poultry industry convinced the USDA to reclassify feces so that it could continue to use these automatic eviscerators. Once a dangerous contaminant, feces are now classified as a "cosmetic blemish.
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What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time...the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war
Jonathan Safran FoerShe was not crying
Which surprised me very much
But I understand now
That she had found places
For her melancholy
That were behind more masks
Than only her eyes
Mots clés melancholy
Dad used to say that sometimes you have to put your fears in order...
Jonathan Safran FoerWe were looking for an acceptable compromise.
Jonathan Safran FoerWhat is suffering? I'm not sure what it is, but I know that suffering is the name we give to the origin of all the sighs, screams, and groans — small and large, crude and multifaceted — that concern us. The word defines our gaze even more than what we are looking at.
Jonathan Safran FoerMots clés suffering
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live..." - Extremely Loud
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