Even Rudy stood completely erect, feigning nonchalance, tensing himself against the tension.
Ese día a Liesel le costó mucho decir lo que dijo al marcharse. Traducido, podríamos comentar que tuvo que forcejear con dos palabras gigantes, cargarlas al hombro y arrojarlas con torpeza a los pies...
Entonces, ¿se es cobarde por sentir miedo? ¿Se es cobarde por alegrarse de seguir vivo?
En ese momento Liesel lo notó en los hombros: el dolor, el impacto del rechazo definitivo.
El misterio me aburre, es una lata. [...] Las intrigas que nos empujan hasta el final son las que me inquietan, me desconciertan, me pican la curiosidad y me asombran. Quedan muchas en las que pensar....
Earlier, I'd held her papa in one arm and her mama in the other. Each soul was so soft.
Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and flo...
Each boy stood, slouched yet stiff, hands in pockets. If the dog had pockets, she'd have had her paws in them, too, for sure.
EGY DEFINÍCIÓ, AMIT NEM TALÁLTOK MEG A SZÓTÁRBAN:Nem elmenni: A bizalom és szeretett aktusa,amit a gyerekek szinte mindig megértenek.
Duden Dictionary Meaning #4. Wort - Word: A meaningful unit of language / a promise / a short remark, statement, or conversation. Related words: term, name, expession.
Don’t think, I told myself. Think nothingness. But even nothingness was something. It was a thought.
Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.
Don't get caught.' This from a man who'd stolen a Jew.
Death's Diary: 1942 -It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to just name a few. Forget the scythe, God damn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a holiday.(...) They say that war is de...
Cuando empezó a escribir su historia se preguntó por el momento exacto en que los libros y las palabras no sólo comenzaron a tener algún significado, sino que lo significaban todo
Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their...
Crossword? he would ask.
Can a wolfe be beautiful?
Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for a summer's duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way. Hard times...
Believe it or not - it takes a lot of love to hate you.