Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes About Hurt

Quotes about: Hurt

• There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Hurt, Buried, Hurt Me

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.181, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Hurt, Leaving, Trying

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.181, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Good Night, Hurt, Morning

• There are only so many times that you can utter ‘It does not hurt’ before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Hurt, Feelings, Doe

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Everything Is Illuminated”, p.117, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• ...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Hurt, Doe

• I zipped myself all the way into the sleeping bag of myself, not because I was hurt, and not because I had broken something, but because they were cracking up.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Hurt, Sleep, Broken

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.37, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I asked my schoolmate Mary to write a letter to me. She was funny and full of life. She liked to run around her empty house without any clothes on, even once she was too old for that. Nothing embarrassed her. I admired that so much, because everything embarrassed me, and that hurt me. She loved to jump on her bed. She jumped on her bed for so many years that one afternoon, while I watched her jump, the seams burst. Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Running, Hurt, Laughter

• [S]o if the device of the person in the ambulance detected the device of the person he loved the most, or the person who loved him the most, and the person in the ambulance was really badly hurt, and might even die, the ambulance could flash GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU! GOODBYE! I LOVE YOU!

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Goodbye, Hurt, Love You

  Jonathan Safran Foer (2013). “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel”, p.72, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-children's will be. But we learn to live with that love.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Hurt, Children, Loss

  "Everything Is Illuminated". Book by Jonathan Safran Foer, April 16, 2002.

• People hurt each other. That's what people do.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Hurt, People

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