And please, Ilsa Hermann advised her, don't punish yourself, like you said you would. Don't be like me, Liesel.
According to her, all her kids have done quite well except me,
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship. A
A few of them performed the beautiful childhood art of snickering.
A SMALL THEORY People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment....
Miré, sólo unos segundos. Hacía 22 meses que no veía el mundo exterior. -¿Qué aspecto tenía? - Había estrellas. Me quemaron los ojos.
—No, Sophie, no soy un santo. Solo otro estúpido ser humano.
«LA LADRONA DE LIBROS» ÚLTIMA LÍNEA «He odiado las palabras y las he amado, y espero haber estado a su altura.»
«Devi capire una cosa, Ed.»«Cosa?»E poi, cauta, lo dice: «Che tu ci creda o no… bisogna provare un amore profondo per odiarti come ti odio io».Tento di comprendere.
Walk into the living room (which doubled as the Hubermanns’ bedroom), pull the accordion
To the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.
The table. That Saukerl, that filthy pig—you call him Papa, verstehst? Understand?
A day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.
Woher weiß man, ob etwas lebendig ist?Man schaut nach, ob es atmet.
With us [...] the enemy isn't over the hill or in any specific direction. It's all around.
Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody,
When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.
When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you...
Walter Kugler was on the ground, his blond hair peppered with dirt.
Un asiento, dos hombres, una breve discusión y yo.A veces me mata ver cómo muere la gente.