He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
For at least twenty minutes she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw visions of the whistler running from the scene. Liesel did not. The book thief...
El corazón de los humanos no es como el mío. El de los humanos es una línea, mientras que el mío es un círculo y poseo la infinita habilidad de estar en el lugar apropiado en el momento oportuno. La c...
E não sou muito boa nessa história de consolar, especialmente quando tenho as mãos frias e a cama é quente. Carreguei-o com delicadeza pela rua destroçada, com sal nos olhos e o coração mortalmente pe...
Cómo no va a gustarle a alguien un hombre que no sólo se fija en los colores, sino que además los comenta.
Caddenin her yerinde insanlar vardı ama boş olsa, yabancı bundan daha yalnız olamazdı.
Azt hiszem az emberek szeretnek nézni egy kis pusztítást. Homokvár, kártyavár, ezzel kezdik. És egyre nagyobb dolgok jönnek-ehhez nagy tehetségük van.
All my life, I've been scared of men standing over me... It makes me understand that the best standover man I've ever known is not a man at all...
A murderer should probably do many things, but he should never, under any circumstances, come home.
<>, había dicho la chica. [...] No, pensó Liesel mientras andaba, para corazón cansado, el mío. Un corazón de trece años no debería sentirse así.
Unas lágrimas, que parecían de cristal, le resbalaban por la piel a pesar de no estar llorando. Se las habían arrancado a golpes.
Somewhere in his murkiest depths, he wasn't so much afraid of being left again as condemning someone else to second best.
Ducking around twisted trees whose fingers are branches spread like cracked ceilings under gray sky.
And the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.
Обездоленные стараются всегда быть в движении, словно перемена мест может чем-то помочь. Не понимают, что в конце пути их будет ждать старая беда в новом обличье — родственник, целовать которого прети...
Знаете, в какой-то миг, несмотря на краски, что ложатся и цепляются на все, что я вижу в мире, я часто ловлю затмение, когда умирает человек.Я видел миллионы затмений.Я видел их столько, что лучше уж...
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies.I've seen millions of them.I've seen...
Why me? I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It’s good to be alive.
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.