Disintegrated. Does
Does not want to decide. They visit Scotland, New York City, Santiago. More than once they put on winter coats and visit the moon. Can’t you feel how lightweight we are, Marie? You can move by hardly...
Escutcheons.
The way time here feels simultaneously immense and tiny.
A diamond is never entirely free of inclusions. A real diamond is never perfect.
A vida toda você espera; agora, quando finalmente acontece, você está pronto?
A voice materializes out of the distortion in his headphones, then fades, and he goes ferreting after it. There, thinks Werner when he finds it again, : a feeling like shutting your eyes and feeling y...
All the Light We Cannot Seeby Anthony Doerr4.27 of 5 stars 4.27 avg rating — 102,371 ratings published 2014Librarian note: an alternate cover for this edition can be found here. Marie-Laure lives with...
All twelve children sit riveted. In the play, the invaders pose as hook-nosed department-store owners, crooked jewelers, dishonorable bankers; they sell glittering trash; they drive established villag...
And then I feel the Big Sadness coming on, like there’s a shiny and sharp axe blade buried inside my chest. The only way I can stay alive is to remain absolutely motionless so instead of whispering De...
And what we represent is an ordering to that chaos. Even down to the genes. We are ordering the evolution of
At night she runs her fingertips over her father’s model: the bell tower, the display windows. She imagines Jules Verne’s characters walking along the streets, chatting in shops; a half-inch-tall bake...
At night she’d close her eyes and imagine: over a hundred million billion insects hatching and dying every year—all those bristling, pointed, winged lifetimes: murderers and egg raiders, cooperators a...
At night
But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life.
Can you imagine one hundred million years? Every summer for the whole life of that plant, its leaves caught what light they could and transformed the sun’s energy into itself. Into bark, twigs, stems....
Death can seem so final, like a blade dropped through the neck. But the nature of death is not at all final. It is not some dark cliff off which we leap. I hope to show you it is merely a fog, somethi...
Doesn't everything die at last and too soon?
Ele a fez o brilhante centro da vida dele; ele a fez sentir como se cada passo que ela dava fosse importante.
Everyone should behave as if he carries the real thing.
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