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your same blood doesn't run in the arms and legs of the person you're next to, you can't trust anything. And even then. It's not
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What i want to write about is the sea... It is my favorite thing, i think that i ever seen. Sometimes i catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.
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Color--that's another thing people don't expect. In her imagination, in her dreams, everything has color. The museum buildings are beige, chestnut, hazel. Its scientists are lilac and lemon yellow and fox brown. Piano chords loll in the speaker of the wireless in the guard station, projecting rich blacks and complicated blues down the hall toward the key pound. Church bells send arcs of bronze careening off the windows. Bees are silver; pig..
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Tatal ei radiaza o mie de culori, opal, rosu-capsuna, ruginiu-inchis, verde crud; un miros de ulei si metal, senzatia de cheie potrivita in yala, zornaitul cheilor lui pe inel in timp ce merge.
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At dusk the pour from the sky.
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opening-lines
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At dusk they pour from the sky.
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opening-lines
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Madame?" "Yes?" "What do I do?" "Just walk." She walks. Now there are cold round pebbles beneath her feet. Now crackling weeds. Now something smoother: wet, unwrinkled sand. She bends and spreads her fingers. It's like cold silk. Cold, sumptuous silk onto which the sea has laid offerings: pebbles, shells, barnacles. Tiny slips of wrack. Her fingers dig and reach; the drops of rain touch the back of her neck, the backs of her hands. The sand..
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Gerlitz, Claudia Forster, and fifteen-year-old Jutta Pfennig--are transported from Essen to Berlin to work in a machine parts factory. For ten hours a day, six days a week, they disassemble massive forging presses and stack the usable metal in crates to be loaded onto train cars. Unscrewing, sawing, hauling. Most days Frau Elena works close by, wearing a torn ski jacket she has found, mumbling to herself in French or singing songs from chil..
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Para aquellos hombres el tiempo era un exceso, un barril que se vaciaba lentamente. Cuando en realidad, piensa el, se parece mas a un charco luminoso que uno lleva entre las manos y debe proteger con toda su energia, luchar para no derramar ni una sola gota"."
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Anthony Doerr |
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Only through the harshest tests can God's chosen rise.
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Anthony Doerr |
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Para aquellos hombres el tiempo era un exceso, un barril que se vaciaba lentamente. Cuando en realidad, piensa el, se parece mas a un charco luminoso que uno lleva entre las manos y debe proteger con toda su energia, luchar para no derramar ni una sola gota.
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Marie-Laure hesitates over the open door, smelling the fires from outside and the clammy, almost opposite smell washing up from the bottom. Smoke: her great-uncle says it is a suspension of particles, billions of drifting carbon molecules. Bits of living rooms, cafes, trees. People.
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You know the greatest lesson of history? It's that history is whatever the victors say it is. That's the lesson. Whoever wins, that's who decides the history. We act in our own self- interest. Of course we do. Name me a person or a nation who does not. The trick is figuring out where your interests are.
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Anthony Doerr |
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Logic. The principles of validity. Every lock has its key.
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Anthony Doerr |
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Marie-Laure isi imagineaza undele electromagnetice intrand si iesind din aparatul lui Michel, arcuindu-se in jurul lor, asa cum descria Etienne, doar ca acum sunt de o mie de ori mai multe unde care strabat aerul in toate directiile decat pe vremea lui - sau poate de un milion de ori mai multe. Torente de mesaje scurte, oceane de conversatii pe mobil, de programe de televiziune, de e-mailuri, retele vaste de fibra si cabluri impletite deasu..
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Anthony Doerr |
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the whiteness
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Anthony Doerr |
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Ca inchipuiti mai sunt oamenii! De ce sa te obosesti sa compui muzica daca tacerea si vantul sunt mai cuprinzatoare? De ce sa aprinzi lampi daca intunericul, inevitabil, le va stinge?
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Dar Dumnezeu e doar un ochi alb si rece, un sfert de luna atarnand deasupra fumului, clipind intr-una, in timp ce orasul e facut praf si pulbere.
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Anthony Doerr |
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Only through the hottest fires can be purification achieved. Only through the harshest test's can the God's chosen rise
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Anthony Doerr |
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See obstacles as opportunities.See obstacles as inspirations
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Anthony Doerr |
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A real diamond is never entirely free of inclusions. A real diamond is never perfect
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Anthony Doerr |
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You must never stop believing. That's the most important thing
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Anthony Doerr |
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Time-It's a glowing puddle in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop
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Anthony Doerr |
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Frederick runs hard. But the fastest boys are greyhounds, harvested from all over the nation for their speed and eagerness to obey, and they seem to Werner to be running more fervently, more conclusively, than they have before. They are impatient to find out what will happen if someone is caught.
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Anthony Doerr |
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How do you ever know that you are doing the right thing?
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Anthony Doerr |
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When he last went out, almost twenty-four years ago, he tried to make eye contact, to present what might be considered a normal appearance.
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Anthony Doerr |
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A portrait of the fuhrer glowers over every classroom.
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Anthony Doerr |
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a tall window: five dozen inch-tall storm troopers march there, each toy man with a brown shirt and tiny red armband, some with flutes, some with drums, a few officers astride glossy black stallions.
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Anthony Doerr |
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thirtieth of April, 1944, is a missive to Berlin. = NOTICE OF TERRORIST BROADCASTS IN COTES DU NORD WE BELIEVE SAINT-LUNAIRE OR DINARD OR SAINT-MALO
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Each time he returned, he looked slightly different, not merely older, but changed: a new accent, the cigarettes, three sharp knocks on the door. It was as if the city was entering his body and remaking it; he'd look at the low dark houses and wandering hens and farmers with their rope belts as if at film from another century.
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Swifts, flushed from chimneys, catch fire and swoop like blown sparks out over the ramparts and extinguish themselves in the sea.
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Anthony Doerr |
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That first peach slithers down his throat like rapture. A sunrise in his mouth.
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Anthony Doerr |
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One of his boots has lost its lace, and its tongue lolls cannibalistically.
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Anthony Doerr |
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The Sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, super-natural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.
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The sea does not belong to tyrants." - Captain Nemo"
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When can I go to the sea?" - Marie-Laure LeBlanc"
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You came," she says when she lets them in, when he takes her face in his hands. "You came . . ."
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Anthony Doerr |
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Word has it . . . the stone is from Japan, it's very ancient, it belonged to a shogun in the eleventh century." - a taxidermist"
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Anthony Doerr |
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Somewhere in the ruins above them, the cats are howling.
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Anthony Doerr |
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LeBlanc stands alone in her bedroom smelling a leaflet she cannot read. Sirens wail. She closes the shutters and relatches the window. Every second the airplanes draw closer; every second is a second lost. She should be rushing downstairs. She should
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Anthony Doerr |
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He was just a boy. They all were. Even the largest of them.
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Anthony Doerr |
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raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world.
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Anthony Doerr |
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Nearly every species that has ever lived has gone extinct,
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Anthony Doerr |