Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

I was raised in an atmosphere of 'everything's fine.' But as I got older, I was like, 'Well no, everything's not fine. There is stuff that's sad.' I am a really sensitive person. I think I am too sensitive sometimes.

When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.

I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well. I only wish my words could just convince myself that it just wasn't real. But that's not the way it feels.

I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

It's cute how I used to think this 'barely holding it together' feeling was temporary.

I'm really happy with my life now, but there's a lot of stuff I feel very sad about in ways I can't even control.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Contrary to reports that I took the loss badly, I want to say that I went home last night and slept like a baby—every two hours I woke up and cried.

I'm not a tortured soul.

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.

There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it.

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it’s not always your heart that betrays you.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn't like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn't stop, and she didn't like that at all.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

So sadness is a place?' Giovanni asked. 'Sometimes people live there for years,'I said.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

The constancy of the wise is only the talent of concealing the agitation of their hearts.

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

Huging my pillow to my chest, I told myself, At least soon you won't have so much time to miss him. Soon school will start again, and then you'll be busier. Wait. Am I reduced to HOPING for school to start? Somehow, I have discovered a whole new level of pathetic.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

I ma trying to feel more well adjusted than I really am, which is, I guess, the human condition.