Elle, la voleuse de livres dépourvue de mots. Mais croyez-moi, les mots allaient venir et, lorsqu’ils arriveraient, Liesel les prendrait dans sa main, comme les nuages, et elle en exprimerait la subst...
The passengers slid out as if from a torn package.
Quite frankly, so am I, because what I'm about to tell you is a fact.In this country, there is only one thing that can draw a crown without any shadow of a doubt. The answer?Beer.Free beer.
Und seid versichert, diese Frau hatte tatsächlich ein Herz, und zwar ein größeres, als die meisten Leute vermutet hätten. Da war eine Menge drin, aufgestapelt, meterhoch auf verborgenen Regalen.
It was the best time of her life.But it was bombing carpet.Make no mistake.Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for summer’s duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abrupt...
Group of Steiners and Liesel walked past some shop windows and the imposing town hall, which in later years would be chopped off at the knees and buried.
I collect my thoughts as if they will stain me, murder me, and then resurrect me.Markus Zusak,
One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.
I bet that guy was as obsessed with Sarah as I am with this other girl, and I bet he promised himself never to hurt her, just like I've been doin' - and look what he's done to her. He's left her a cru...
I told her I loved the howling sound of her harmonica. That seemed to be the limit of my courage that night, and even those spoken words had to struggle their way out of my mouth. It's all very well f...
Though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.
The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?
The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hands to touch.
… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.The sky was dripping.Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.
In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer—proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water. Five
The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me.
It’s the leftover humans. 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 colors to keep my mind off them, but now and th...
In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
‘My heart is so tired,’ the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel, writing in her diary. No, thought Liesel as she walked. It’s my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn’t feel...
How do you give someone a piece of sky?Late in February, she stood on Munich Street and watched a single giant cloud come over the hills like a white monster. It climbed the mountains. The sun was ecl...
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