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We are young, they sing, we are steadfast, we have never compromised, we have so many castles yet to storm.
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O take me, take me up into the ranks so that I do not die a common death! I do not want to die in vain, what I want is to fall on the sacrificial mound.
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The girl climbs into the swing and pendulums back and forth, pumping her legs, and watching her opens some valve in Werner's soul. This is life, he thinks, this is why we live, to play like this on a day when winter is finally releasing its grip.
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a magnificent high tide arrives, the largest waves smashing against the bases of the ramparts, the
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Sie denkt: Sie sagen einfach nur Worte und was sind Worte anderes als Gerausche, die diese Manner aus Atem formen, gewichtslose Dampfe, die sie in die Kuchenluft schicken, wo sie sich auflosen und sterben.
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historical-fiction
romance
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Soon there was a horizon, ironed flat as if by the load of the sky, and a sailboat toiling across it.
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The Reich must need socks.
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A corner of the night sky, beyond a wall of trees, blooms red. In the lurid, flickering light, he sees that the airplane was not alone, that the sky teems with them, a dozen swooping back and forth, racing in all directions, and in a moment of disorientation, he feels that he's looking not up but down, as though a spotlight has been shined into a wedge of bloodshot water, and the sky has become the sea, and the airplanes are hungry fish, ha..
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Inhale, exhale. Walk the paths of logic. Every outcome has its cause, and every predicament has its solution. Every lock its key. You can go back to Paris or you can stay here or you can go (110-111).
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Anthony Doerr |
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Inhale, exhale. Walk the paths of logic. Every outcome has its cause, and every predicament has its solution. Every lock its key. You can go back to Paris or you can stay here or you can go on (110-111).
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The burgeoning of light. The tender hissing of grass. Jutta opens her eyes but doesn't look at him. 'Don't tell lies. Lie to yourself, Werner, but don't lie to me,' (133).
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Fill your lungs. Beat your heart.
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Looking to salvage one shining thing from the mire.
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