Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

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.

Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.

I didnt like being reminded about how self-absorbed i was. I wanted to be over this, done with this. I didnt want to live in a broken world or a broken me. I wasnt trying to weasel out of anything. I just wasnt in the mood of being on the earth that night. I get like that sometimes when it rains, or when i see certain sad movies.

To be bowed by grief is folly; Naught is gained by melancholy; Better than the pain of thinking, Is to steep the sense in drinking.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

I suppose I'm interested in sorrow, which is very different from depression or despair. Sorrow is continuous with the world; it allows for creativity.

Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It's true.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

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

I don't need to manufacture trauma in my life to be creative. I have a big enough reservoir of sadness or emotional trauma to last me.

I have all the emotions that everyone has; it just appears that I don't.

There was a sadness over me, a melancholy. That's always been a part of me - those are some of the things that lead you to the arts.

And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.

The only one interested in hearing your sad story is . . . you; and even you wish you didn't have to relive it again!

Thank you for this, Peter. For dry eyes and silent weeping. You taught me how to hide anything i felt. More than ever, i need that now.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it.

Wisdom disguises our wounds; it teaches us how to bleed in secret.

Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.

Dissimulation, secretiveness, appear a necessity to the melancholic. He has complex, often veiled relations with others. These feelings of superiority, of inadequacy, of baffled feeling, of not being able to get what one wants, or even name it properly (or consistently) to oneself — these can be, it is felt they ought to be, masked by friendliness, or the most scrupulous manipulation.

What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!

It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry

I've always been attracted to sad. If you look at Woody Allen movies, he's often playing a sad clown, and it's always been interesting. And angry clown is even more interesting.

We wasters of sorrows! How we stare away into sad endurance beyond them, trying to foresee their end! Whereas they are nothing else than our winter foliage, our sombre evergreen, one of the seasons of our interior year.

Sadness takes up the pen more readily than joy.

It is better to be drunk with loss and to beat the ground, than to let the deeper things gradually escape.