True love, selfless and deep as the oceans in their most fathomless depths. Orlando let the glove run along the thread, which glistened like a ray of sunlight. But I fear this one is not meant for me....
They slept with each other for the first time while waiting out a storm in an abandoned shepherd hut. The hours the storm granted them, surrounded by raw wool and rusty shears, felt like a month, a ye...
The unicorns lifted their heads. Of course they weren't white. Why were things in this world always white-washed? Their hides were brown and grey, mottled black, and pale yellow like the autumn sun dr...
The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There where books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet,...
Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.
Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.
She’d been so certain she knew every crevice of his heart, but Jacob was like a country she’d only traveled through halfway.
She'd fallen in love with the wrong boy. But when did love ever bother about that?
She was gone. And his heart was beating too loud and too fast. Into nothingness.
Only to be expected!' Elinor's voice almost cracked. Belligerent as a Bull Terrier, she marched up to him.
Oh, pestiferous parasols! grumbled Sorrel.
Of course, the marvels you hoped to find might not be waiting inside the covers, so then you closed the book, sorry that its promise had not been kept. But Inkheart was not a book of that
När det gällde traditioner kunde man inte argumentera med dvärgar, lika lite som med präster om religion.
Non c'è niente che sappia consolare meglio di qualche pagina ben scritta quando sei lontano da casa, vero?
Men liked to claim how different they were, yet they were all so alike.
Love scared him. It was soft. And vulnerable.
Love makes cowards of us all.
Los libros deben ser pesados porque contienen el peso del mundo en ellos
It’s always like that in stories: bad things happen but then it all ends happily. And this is a story.
If she’d known him better, she might’ve tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human—life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder yo...