There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking,and there are soft,coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts
There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.
The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like clouds, and she would ring them out like the rain.
The words are spat through the phone line. They’re loud and wet in my ear. Y’ big dickhead. She’s lovely, isn’t she?
The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions, I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colours to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones w...
The road was icy as it was, but Rudy put on the extra coat, barely able to contain a grin. It ran across his face like a skid.
The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.
The only sound I'll hear after that will be my own breathing, and the sound of the smell, of my footsteps
The horizon was beginning to charcoal. What was left of the blackness above was nothing now but a scribble, and disappearing fast.
The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the act of forgetting.
The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that’s never a good sign.
The brother shivers.The woman weeps.And the girl goes on reading, for that's why she's there, and it feels good to be something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad.
The book thief lay in bed that night, and the boy only came before she closed her eyes. He was one member of a cast, for Liesel was always visited in that room. Her papa stood and called her half a wo...
The Charcoal SkySometimes you go to the wrong place, but the right way comes and finds you. It might make you trip over it or speak to it. Or it might come to you when a day is stripped apart by night...
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.
Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.
Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. She realized her mother had come back for her only when she felt the...
Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. She only realised her mother had come back for her when she felt the...
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.