Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.

I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know; yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.

McKenna will always be a part of me, no matter where he goes. They say that people who've lost a limb sometimes feel as if they still have it. How many times I've felt that McKenna was still here, and the empty space beside me was alive with his presence." She closed her eyes and leaned forward until her forehead and the tip of her nose touched the cool glass. "I love him beyond reason," she whispered. "He's a stranger to me now, and yet he is still so familiar. I can't imagine a sweeter agony, having him so close.

When you’re in love, it’s not just about the messing around in the sack, it’s about how empty you feel when they’re gone.

I maintain that all sorrow comes from love of those things of which loss deprives me.

The girl's lover was gone, but his shadow was still there.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

I miss you already I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . . Mmmm.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

Love itself cannot be divorced from the suffering which comes from being separated from the object of love.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

Your absence has gone through me

I wanted more of her, & no matter what happened between us, I already knew I’d never forget anything about her. As crazy as it sounded, she was becoming part of me, & I was already dreading the fact that we wouldn’t be able to spend the day together tomorrow. Or the day after, or the day after that. Maybe, I told myself, we could beat the odds

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.