UN PENSAMIENTO AGRADABLEElla era una ladrona de libros.Él asaltaba el cielo.
Une définition absente du dictionnaire. Ne pas s'en aller: un acte d'amour et de confiance, que les enfants savent souvent traduire.
What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.
When I glanced back at the plane, the pilot’s open mouth appeared to be smiling.
When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspende...
When Tommy walked forlornly home a short while later, Rudy tried what appeared to be a masterful new tactic.Pity.On the step, he perused the mud that had dried as a crusty sheet on his uniform, then l...
When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.
When the elderly Jew climbed to his feet for the last time and continued on, he looked briefly back. He took alast sad glance at the man who was kneeling now himself, whose back was burning with four...
When the job’s done, he smacks me on the shoulder and we run off like handsome thieves. We both laugh and run, and the moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me...
When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.
Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I've been chosen. But chosen for what? I as...
Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right.
Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing.I laugh and the stars watch.It's good to be alive.
Why me? I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It’s good to be alive.
Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.
Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages
Yes, I know it.In the darkness of my dark beating heart,I know. He'd have loved it alright.You see?Even Death Has A Heart.
Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch t...
You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.
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