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I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

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I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million

I don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

times, but never once into it. : Jonathan Safran Foer
I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?”

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