Wednesday, January 5, 2011

literacki

“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me.
A dog following a stranger.
That made me feel so much.
A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it.
I did.
Where the smoke from a chimney ended.
How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less. Is that growing old?
Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”

- Jonathan Safran Foer - Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close