There were stars. They burned my eyes.
There was the chaos of goodbye.
There was also a rumor that later in the day, she walked fully clothed into the Amper River and said something very strange.Something about a kiss.Something about a Saumensch.How many times did she ha...
There must be aplace in heaven for those who have been where I have been.
The bombs were coming - and so was I.
The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the best...
The Ramones.
That's the sort of thing I'll never know, or comprehend __ what humans are capable of.
That makes two weeks. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it.
También me temo que nada finaliza realmente cuando llega el fin. Losrecuerdos permanecen mientras son capaces de blandir su espada y encontrar un punto blando en la mente para hacer un tajo y penetrar...
THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.
THE BOOK THIEF—LAST LINE I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
Suzanne trabaja media jornada. Odia a su padre. Y se odia a sí misma por no plantarle cara. Se lamenta de todo.—Pero adoro a Melinda —dice—. Es el toque de belleza en medio de tanta fealdad.
Still, I walk on, through a dream that takes me through these pages. I
Steiner was scared of the book thief’s kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave...
Steam was rising weirdly from his clothes. His hangover was visible. It heaved itself to his shoulders and sat there like a bag of wet cement.
Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.
Steadily, the room shrank, till the book thief could touch the shelves within a few small steps. She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding...
Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. Don’t forget your misery …
Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. Don't forget your misery... In some cases, it grew on them like a vine.