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.… Continue reading Jonathan Safran Foer
From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be mistaken for light–a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey through the darkness to the astronaut’s eyes. In about one and a half centuries–after the lovers who made the glow… Continue reading Jonathan Safran Foer
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. — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything… Continue reading Jonathan Safran Foer
Take from my palms, to soothe your heart,a little honey, a little sun,in obedience to Persephone’s bees. You can’t untie a boat that was never moored,nor hear a shadow in its furs,nor move through thick life without fear. For us, all that’s left is kissestattered as the little beesthat die when they leave the hive.… Continue reading Osip Mandelstam
We are made of water anyway,I can feel it in the yieldingof your flesh, though sometimesI think that you are sand,moving slowly, slowlyfrom under me. — Linda Pastan, from “Erosion,” Poetry (October 1986)
‘Why do beautiful songs make you sad?’‘Because they aren’t true.’‘Never?’‘Nothing is beautiful and true.’ — Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Published byHoughton Mifflin 1 April 2005 (1st edition)
We are not long-term beings. Not heroes of romances in many volumes. For one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort. We openly admit: our creations will be temporary. We shall have this as our aim: a gesture. ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Tree of Codes. (Visual Editions November 2010)
This is a kiss. It is what happens when lips are puckered and pressed against something, sometimes other lips, sometimes a cheek, sometimes something else. It depends…This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my… Continue reading Jonathan Safran Foer
…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. ― Jonathan Safran Foer,… Continue reading Jonathan Safran Foer
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy. ― Anne Frank
The Vale of Soul-Making 