I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going, as long as memory can wield its axe, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.
How about a kiss, ?He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was...
Ho lasciato le mie impronte sul mondo, per quanto piccole.
His eyes were cold and brown — like coffee stains…
He’d wanted to show his past tormentor what he was capable of, but he also wanted to prove himself to everyone. Now everyone was in the kitchen.
Herr Vogel from Heide Strasse. Made all his money from his father. He throws it away on women
Her wrinkles were like slander. Her voice was akin to a beating with a stick.
He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, i know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, i know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart
He would wink at the girl and, clumsily, she’d wink back.
He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would...
He seemed to resonate with a kind of confidence that life was still nothing but a joke - an endless succession of soccer goals, trickery, and a constant repertoire of meaningless chatter.
He loved her more than Michelangelo.
He lay with yellow hair and closed eyes, and the book thief ran toward him and fell down. She dropped the black book. Rudy, she sobbed, wake up.... She grabbed him by his shirt and gave him just the s...
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.
Ha dejado que la ame durante tres minutos.«¿Pueden tres minutos durar eternamente?», me pregunto pese a conocer la respuesta.«Probablemente no —contesto—. Pero tal vez duren lo suficiente.»
God.'I always say that name when I think of it.'God.'Twice, I speak it.I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. 'But it's not your job to understand.' That's me who replies. God never says an...
Frau Lindner war eine scharfkantige Frau mit dicken Brillengläsern und einem ruchlosen Blick. Sie hatte sich diesen Blick zugelegt, um jeden Gedanken an Diebstahl in ihrem Laden im Keim zu ersticken....
For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.
For now, the idea was enough. It was indestructible. Transforming it into reality, well, that was something else altogether. For now, though, let's let him enjoy it.We'll give him seven months.Then we...