Jonathan Safran Foer: Frasi in inglese (pagina 7)

“I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.”

“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.”

“There is nothing wrong with compromising, even if you are compromising almost everything.”

“Let love write on you for awhile.”

“He ran the back of his hand up her cheek, with the pretense of wiping away sweat.”

“It was the first time I had ever made love. I wondered if he knew that. It felt like crying. I wondered, Why does anyone ever make love?”

“I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.”

“If we were to one day encounter a form of life more powerful and intelligent than our own, and it regarded us as we regard fish, what would be our argument against being eaten?”

“I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember”

“We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.”

“Ironically, the utterly unselective omnivore -- "I'm easy; I'll eat anything" -- can appear more socially sensitive than the individual who tries to eat in a way that is good for society.”

“I used to think that humor was the only way to appreciate how wonderful and terrible the world is, to celebrate how big life is. But now I think the opposite. Humor is a way of shrinking from that wonderful and terrible world.”

“… sometimes you have to put your fears in order…”

“She said, "Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don't need?" I said, "It depends on what it means to need.”

“It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn't know inside me.”

“Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.”

“Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for.”

“I'd lost count of the disappointments.”

“She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with a chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.”