The best word shakers were those who understood the true power of words. They were always able to climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the last of her...
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...
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 BOOK THIEF—LAST LINE I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
THE BEST word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They are the ones who could climb the highest.
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.
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...
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...
Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
Sometimes I just survive.But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
Sola como estaba, carecía de la disciplina necesaria para mantenerse convenientemente alejada.
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...
Sitting on the ground, she looked up at her best friend. Danke, she said. Thank you. Rudy bowed. My pleasure. He tried for a little more. No point asking if I get a kiss for that, I guess? For bringin...
Singurul lucru mai rău decât un băiat care te urâşte.Un băiat care te iubeşte.
Sin embargo —seguramente por la atracción que ejercían los libros sobre ella— acabó entrando en la casa.
Simplemente volvieron juntos a casa, con los pies doloridos y el corazón cansado.
She'll never understand the shyness of Sophie's words or the silence of her beauty.
She was a girl. In Nazi Germany. How fitting that she was discovering the power of words