The Keys To Happiness1.Finishing the Grave Digger's Handbook.
THE BEST word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They are the ones who could climb the highest.
Sé lo que tengo que darle a Audrey.Audrey no ama a nadie.Se niega a amar.Pero lo necesita, necesita permitírselo aunque solo sea un momento. Necesita vivir ese sentimiento. Conocerlo plenamente. Al me...
Soy idiota. [...] Y amable. Lo que me convierte en el mayor imbécil del mundo.
Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. Ther words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Fuhrer...
Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.
Sometimes, I imagined how everything appeared above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye.
Sometimes she would whisper the word Mama and see her mother’s face a hundred times in a single afternoon.
Sometimes people are beautifulNot in looks
So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps, all mounted on top of each other. There is air like plastic, a horizon like sett...
Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth. Clearly,
She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.
She was a girl with a mountain to climb.
She saw it all so clearly. Her starving mother, her missing father. Kommunisten. Her dead brother.
She let herself love me for three minutes.Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer.Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.
She didn't see him watching as he played, having no idea that Hans Hubermann's accordion was a story. In the times ahead, that story would arrive at 33 Himmel Street in the early hours of morning, wea...
Rudy was interested, and confused. The moon was undone now, free to move and rise and fall and drip on the boy’s face, making him nice and murky, like his thoughts.
Raskolnikov once said: When reason fails, the devil helps!
Quietly, he walked towards it with the matchbox in one hand, the candle in the other.
Pričala si mu o meni? Isprva Liesel nije mogla govoriti. Možda zbog iznenadne rogobatnosti ljubavi koju je osjetila prema njemu. Ili ga je oduvijek voljela? Vjerojatno. Iako nije bila u stanju govorit...