Mesele eski arkadaşın, daha iyi bir arkadaş olması değildir. Sadece o kişiyi daha iyi tanırsınız ve zavallı bir budala gibi davranmanızdan rahatsız olmayacağını bilirsiniz.
Me maravilla lo que los humanos son capaces de hacer aunque estén llorado a lágrima viva, que sigan adelante, tambaleantes, tosiendo, rebuscando, hallando.
Max, she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. There was once a strange, small man,she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. But there was a word...
Max, she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. One of the Jews on his way to Dachau had stopped walkin...
Max, Hans, and Rosa I cannot account for, but I know that Liesel Meminger was thinking that if the bombs ever landed on Himmel Street, not only did Max have less chance of survival than everyone else,...
Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi. Ne po izgledu. Ne po riječima. Već samo po onome što jesu.
Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi.Ne zbog izgleda.Ne zbog onoga što govore.Nego zbog onoga što jesu.
Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours...
Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened.Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a...
Just do me a favor and remember one thing,' he says, and I can see he's trying not to be too typically religious. 'Have faith, Ed, all right?'I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.
Jewish shops that were still in operation in Molching. Inside, a small man was stuttering about, crushing the broken glass beneath his feet as he cleaned up.
It’s pathetic—how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great. Trudy
It's the sound of my breathing that gets me, pouring down into my lungs and then tripping back up my throat.
It's such a beautiful day, he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this.Liesel walked at him. She was courageous enough to reach out and hold his bearde...
It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.
It's no time to be half watching, turning around, or checking the stove - because when the book thief stole her second book, not only were there many factors involved in her hunger to do so, but the a...
It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.
It's also worthy of mention that every pattern has at least one small bias, and one day it will tip itself over or fall from one page to another.
It was pointless. The crowd was itself. There was no swaying it, squeezing through, or reasoning with it. You breathed with it and you sang its songs. You waited for its fire.
It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my overall abilities in incompetence.