People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour...
Se aferraba con desesperación a las palabras que le habían salvado la vida.
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to s...
She was compelled to see the thing lit. She couldn't help it. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capa...
Somehow, though, and I’m sure you’ve met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. He was always just there. Not noticea...
Tal como Liesel descubrió, un buen ladrón necesita muchas cosas.Sigilo. Audacia. Resolución.Sin embargo, mucho más importante que todo lo demás era un último requisito: la suerte.
The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they were older and had moved out...Soon they would be both in the war. One would be making bullets. The other would be shooting them.
The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cri...
The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words. She
The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon, I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages. The
The point is, it didn't really matter what that book was about. It was what it meant to her that was more important.
The rot started
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.
There are hundreds of thoughts per every word spoken, and that's if they're spoken at all.
There must be a place in heaven for those who have been where I have been. You might think I don't love you because of what I've done, but I do.
They're the ones I can't stand to look at, although on occasion I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, cru...
Things always seem to glide away.They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.
Those kids, they would've loved this place, they would've walked and skipped and danced here, all legs and sunny hair. They'd have cartwheeled the lawn, shouting, And don't go lookin' at our knickers,...
Trust me, 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.
Two Giant Words: I'm Sorry
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