There was the chaos of goodbye.
The yawn of a girl can be so beautiful it makes you cringe.
The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me.
The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hands to touch.
Sometimes I imagined how everything looked above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye
She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
She was a girl with a mountain to climb.
Say something enough times and you never forget it.
One eye open. One still in a dream
No está de más mencionar que todo patrón tiene siempre alguna brecha y que un día este acaba dando un vuelco o pasa página.
MEET A PRIEST DAY
It's much easier . . . to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.
It's lucky I was there. Then again, who am I kidding? I'm in most places at least once, and in 1943, I was just about everywhere.
It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ic...
Insane or not, Rudy was always destined to be Liesel's best friend. A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story.
I'm just another stupid human.
I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the...
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what couldI tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimati...