Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Best quotes:

Time was passing like a hand waving in a train that I wanted to be on.

I hope you would think about anything as much as I think about you.

The sensation that hits you when you think you've reached the bottom of a stairs but there's a final step you haven't noticed, and when you take it, the sickening jar goes right through your body.

It makes me incredibly angry that people ll over the world know things that I can't, because it happened here, and happened to me, so shouldn't it be mine?

I would wish I were a poet, I've never confessed that to anyone and I'm confessing it to you, because you've given me reason to feel that I can trust you. Albert Einstein once wrote 'Our situation is the following. We are standing in front of a closed box which cannot be open,' the fragile balance depend on things. We'll never be able to see, hear , smell, or touch. Life itself depends on them. What's real? What isn't real? Maybe those aren't the right questions to be asking.

What does life depend on? I wish I had made things for life to depend on.

Every moment before this one depends on this one.

Everything in history of the world can be proven wrong in one moment.

All the time, every steps she took, she was pushing through some giant clinging web, and recoiled on her, pushing her right back again to where she'd started.

One morning I awoke and understood the hold in the middle of me. I couldn't explain it. The need came before explanations. It was not out of weakness that I made it happen, but it was not out of strength either. It was out of need.

I got tired, not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake anymore bread.

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. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How a overturned bottle rested at the edge. I spent my life learning to feel less. Everyday I felt less.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

My thoughts are wondering. Each day had been chained to the previous one. But the weeks have had wings. I regret to know that it takes a life to learn how to live. Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently. I would change my life.

One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second.

It's hard for anyone even the most pessimistic of pessimistic to spend more than a few minutes in Central Park without feeling that he/she is experiencing something in addition to the present.

We're just missing things we've lost, or hoping for what we want to come. Time was passing like a hand waving in a train that I wanted to be on. I hope you would think about anything as much as I think about you.

Enlighten me (: