Alice Hoffman
Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away. ― Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers ( Scribner; 0 edition, October 4, 2011)
Category: Jewish Literature
Jonathan Safran Foer
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
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
Jonathan Safran Foer
‘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)
Jonathan Safran Foer
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)
Jonathan Safran Foer
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
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
Etty Hillesum
We have to become as simple and as wordless as the growing corn or the falling rain. We must just be. — Etty Hillesum, An Interrupted Life: The Diaries, 1941-1943; and Letters from Westerbork. (Picador; unknown edition, November 15, 1996)
Jonathan Safran Foer
I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others — The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated. (Houghton… Continue reading Jonathan Safran Foer
Jonathan Safran Foer
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty. — Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (Houghton Mifflin, 2002)
The Vale of Soul-Making 