Jonathan Safran Foer citáty

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„Všechno je takové, jaké je, protože všechno bylo takové, jaké bylo.“

„Na tom, že si nerozumíte, není nic špatného.“

„Je škoda, že musíme žít, ale je tragédie, že můžeme žít jen jeden život.“

„Nereagování je také reakce - jsme stejně zodpovědní za to, co neuděláme.“

„Proč nejsem tam, kde jsi ty?“

„Netoužila po ničem víc než po komsi, kdo by jí mohl scházet, koho by se mohla dotýkat, s nímž by si mohla dětinsky povídat, s kým by mohla být dítětem.“

„Ona vždycky viděla do něj a skrz něj, jako by byl okno. Vždycky cítila, že o něm ví všechno, co se vědět dá - ne protože by byl prostý, ale protože je poznatelný, asi jako nákupní seznam nebo jako encyklopedie.“

„Vzpomínka měla vyplnit čas, ale udělala z času díru, kterou bylo třeba zaplnit.“

„Chyby, které jsem udělal, jsou pro mě mrtvé. Ale nemohu vzít zpět věci, které jsem nikdy neudělal.“

„Dokážu ti odpustit, že jsi odešel, ale ne, že ses vrátil.“

„Dělám pro tebe něco, co nesnáším. Tohle znamená být zamilovaný.“

“I'm not better than anyone, and I'm not trying to convince people to live by my standards of what's right. I'm trying to convince them to live by their own.”

“Imagine being served a plate of sushi. But this plate also holds all of the animals that were killed for your serving of sushi. The plate might have to be five feet across.”

“I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.”

“Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.”

“I used to tuck her … but now she tucked my feelings into the woven arteries of my veins.”

“The responsibility lies with the mentality of the meat industry that treats both animals and "human capital" like machines … human beings cannot be human (much less humane) under the conditions of a factory farm or slaughterhouse.”

“So many visitors came to rub and kiss different parts of him for the fulfillment of their various wishes that his entire body had to be rebronzed every month. He was a changing god, destroyed and recreated by his believers, destroyed and recreated by their belief… Those who prayed came to believe less and less in the god of their creation and more and more in their belief.”

“Stalin found out about the community and sent his thugs in, just a few days before I got there, to break all of their arms! That was worse than killing them! It was a horrible sight, Oskar: their arms in crude splints, straight in front of them like zombies! They couldn't feed themselves, because they couldn't get their hands to their mouths! So you know what they did!" "They starved?" "They fed each other! That's the difference between heaven and hell! In hell we starve! In heaven we feed each other!" I don't believe in the afterlife.”

“Just how destructive does a culinary preference have to be before we decide to eat something else?”

“She spent the afternoon staring at their front door. "Waiting for someone?" Yankel asked. "What color is this?" He stood very close to the door, letting the end of his nose touch the peephole. He licked the wood and joked, "It certainly tastes like red." "Yes, it is red, isn't it?" "Seems so." She buried her head in her hands. "But couldn’t it be just a bit more red?"”

“When I was your age, my grandfather bought me a ruby bracelet. It was too big for me and would slide up and down my arm. It was almost a necklace. He later told me that he had asked the jeweler to make it that way. Its size was supposed to be a symbol of his love. More rubies, more love. But I could not wear it comfortably. I could not wear it at all. So here is the point of everything I have been trying to say. If I were to give a bracelet to you, now, I would measure your wrist twice.”

“Accepting the compromise of the way we have been, the way we are, and the way we will likely be… may we live together in unwavering love and good health, amen.”

“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.”

“I wanted to build walls around him, I wanted to separate inside from outside, I wanted to give him an infinitely long blank book and the rest of time.”

“By the standards of the international human rights community, the typical working conditions in America's slaughterhouses constitute human rights violations.”

“Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily … None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you.”

“SADNESSES OF THE COVENANT: Sadness of God's love; Sadness of God's back [sic]; Favorite-child sadness; Sadness of b[ein]g sad in front of one's God; Sadness of the opposite of belief [sic]; What if? Sadness; Sadness of God alone in heaven; Sadness of a God who would need people to pray to Him…”

“He had a wall of masks from every country he‘d been to, like Armenia and Chile and Ethiopia. It‘s not a horrible world, he told me, but it‘s filled with a lot of horrible people.”

“But more than that, no unloving words were ever spoken, and everything was held up as another small piece of proof that it can be this way, it doesn't have to be that way; if there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.”

“Ray Black was in prison, so we weren't able to talk to him. I did some research on the internet and found out that he was in prison because he murdered two children after he raped them. There were also pictures of the dead children, and even though I knew it would only hurt me to look at them, I did. I printed them out and put them in *Stuff That Happened To Me*, right after the picture of Jean-Pierre Haigneré, the french astronaut who had to be carried from his spacecraft after returning form the MIR spacestation, because gravity isn't only what makes us fall, it's what makes our muscles strong.”

“I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?”