Sai bene quanto il fuoco sia facile a offendersi.
Quando lui la baciò di nuovo, il cuore di Volpe si mise a battere forte. O era quello di Jacob? Dal giorno in cui l'aveva liberata dalla trappola, non li distingueva più veramente.
Os livros poderiam ensiná-la tanto sobre este mundo e outros lugares distantes, sobre animais e plantas, sobre estrelas! Podiam ser janelas e portas, asas de papel par ajudá-la a voar para bem longe.
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early bird But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.
Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper. But
Never develop a passion you can't afford. It'll eat your heart away like a bookworm.
Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.
Many of the snowflakes, he had told her, were tiny elves who kissed your face with icy lips before melting on your warm skin.
In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?
If you're going to start tonight there's no time to waste. Certainly not enough time to finish your quarrel with this dim-witted mushroom-muncher.
If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.
I was the Count of Monte Cristo, who would one day return from the terrible prison island to take revenge on all those who had sent him there. I was Napoléon, banished to die a lonely death on Saint H...
First he sees her only in his dreams. Skin as white as moonlight. Eyes like water drowning you. Hair like spider webs. Fairy.
Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too! Fenoglio snapped at her. My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here, he said holding them out to her, don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of...
After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you'd never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real...
Widened greedily, Meggie concluded they could only be discussing a book,
Perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.
Words are immortal - Elinor
Why such haste? For a foolish hope? Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was a light in all the darkness?