Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close By Jonathan Safran Foer.

"Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, some where, laughing?"

Post #3

Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars. The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope.

You have to make your own little pieces of magic, like the room with the stars on the ceiling where you could be in bed and look up at infinity.

Let's run away to a place where the air tastes like rain and the sun shines like sunday morning. you bring your laugh, I'll bring my sense of humor and we can taste the days one week after another.

I was outside barefoot, the only thing I could feel is my heart beating and the rain pouring down on me. All I ever think about is you.

Difference.

There is a difference between loving a thing and being envious of it. To such an extent that is is mistaken for love, so greatly that a want to be like the thing, becomes a passion, becomes a lust, becomes an obsession. With the thing itself while waiting patiently, is the decision to be everything you hold dear. I love how much I love them. I love how much our love is thrown around. I love the way we'll say we mean it.

Post #2

A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating. She shrugs and nods after I say something about forms of anxiety. It's as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there is no key.

I don't believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.

"All I can do is be me, whoever that is. All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie. All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die. This world is ruled by violence. No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky. Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be." -Bob Dylan.

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Post #1

There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attentioin. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.

"I love this spot. It’s like heaven. Right here on Earth. Maybe that’s what heaven is. Maybe we go through life collecting people and places we love, and they become our heaven."

The middle of the road was never for her — it bored her. She wanted the pinnacle of excitement. If she was happy, she wasn’t just happy, she was ecstatic. And when she was sad, she was sadder then anyone. She lived eight lives in one, and yet I thought she would outlive us all.