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Once in the glass, as dark as blood, the Bordeaux seems almost as though it is a living thing. Von Rumpel takes pleasure in knowing that he is the only person in the world who will have the privilege of tasting it before it is gone.
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De entre todas las cosas que he visto en la vida, creo que el mar es mi favorita. A veces me descubro mirandolo y me olvido completamente de mis obligaciones. Es lo bastante grande como para contener en su interior todas las cosas que un hombre puede sentir a lo largo de toda una vida.
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Vai nguoi yeu kem tren phuong dien nao do. Nguoi khac nhau thi mat yeu kem khac nhau.
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Rauchkase
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What you realize, ultimately, when you have nothing to lose, is that even though the world can be kind to you, and reveal its beauty through the thin cracks in everything, in the end it will either take you or leave you.
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A one-armed bunk master sets forth rules in a belligerent torrent. "This is your parade uniform, this is your field uniform, this is your gym uniform. Suspenders crossed in the back, parallel in the front. Sleeves rolled to the elbow. Each boy is to carry a knife in a scabbard on the right side of the belt. Raise your right arm when you wish to be called upon. Always align in rows of ten. No books, no cigarettes, no food, no personal posses..
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The afternoon is bright enough, but Berlin seems not to want to accept the sunlight, as though its buildings have become gloomier and dirtier and more splotchy int he months since he last visited. Though perhaps what has changed are the eyes that see it.
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Is it right to do something only because everyone else is doing it? - Jutta
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integrity
integrity-quotes
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What light shines at night! He never knew. Light will blind him.
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He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except his eyelids, it seemed he understood everything I was working so hard to understand: his mother's love, his brother's ceasless crying: he was alreday forgiving me my shortcomings as a father; he was a distillation of a dozen generations, all stri..
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nights
parenting
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Marie-Laure sits in her customary spot in the corner of the kitchen, closest to the fireplace, and listens to the friends of Melanie Manec complain... Nine of them sit around the square table, knees pressed to knees. Ration card restrictions, abysmal puddings, the deteriorating quality of fingernail varnish - these are crimes they feel in their souls. To hear so many of them in a room together confuses and excites Marie-Laure: they are gidd..
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other. Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.
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You must never stop believing. - Madame Manec
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don-t-stop-believing
have-faith
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He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except his eyelids, it seemed he understood everything I was working so hard to understand: his mother's love, his brother's ceaseless crying: he was already forgiving me my shortcomings as a father; he was a distillation of a dozen generations, all str..
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nights
parental-love
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Werner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings,bending and vibrating over Zollverein,flying through forests,through cities,through walls.At midnight he and Jutta prowl the ionosphere,searching for that lavish,penetrating voice.When they find it,Werner feels as if he has been launched into a different existence,a secret place where great discoveries are possible,where an orphan from a coal town can s..
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existence
orphan
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He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except his eyelids, it seemed he understood everything I was working so hard to understand: his mother's love, his brother's ceaseless crying: he was already forgiving me my shortcomings as a father; he was a distillation of a dozen generations, my gran..
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nights
parental-love
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It is cut, polished; for a breath, it passes between the hands of men
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sea-of-flames
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Prosperity depends on ferocity.
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is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths? That her father and Etienne and Madame Manec and the German boy named Werner Pfennig might harry the sky in flocks, like egrets, like terns, like starlings? That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough? They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lungs, and pass out th..
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To the bombardiers, the walled city on its granite headland, drawing ever closer, looks like an unholy tooth, something black and dangerous, a final abscess to be lanced away.
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Every hour, she thinks, someone for whom the war was memory falls out of the world. We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs.
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Anthony Doerr |
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Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. The Blade and the Whelk The H
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There is pride, too, though--pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and ..
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Fog on the sea, fog in the streets, fog in the mind.
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friends
sarcasm
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The only way to fall asleep is to stop trying to fall asleep. Sleep is a horizon: the harder you row toward it, the faster it recedes.
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your life you wait, and then it finally comes, and are you ready?
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He says there are sixty-five million specimens in this place, and if you have the right teacher, each can be as interesting as the last.
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You have minds. But minds are not to be trusted. Minds are always drifting toward ambiguity, toward questions, when what you really need is certainty. Purpose. Clarity. Do not trust your minds.
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That's the Staatsoper," says Neumann Two one night. The facade of a grand building rises gracefully, pilastered and crenelated. Stately wings soar on either side, somehow both heavy and light. It strikes Werner just then as wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world--what pretensions humans have! Why b..
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Your problem, Werner," says Frederick, "is that you still believe you own your life."
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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 pulls the heat from her fingertips, from the soles of her feet. A
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Prosperity depends on ferocity. The only things that keep your precious grandmothers in their tea and cookies are the fists at the end of your arms.
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There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day toward success or failure.
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Anthony Doerr |
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They can march for days without eating. They impregnate every schoolgirl they meet.
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war
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Feel this," says Harold Bazin, and crouches and brings her hand to a curved wall which is completely studded with snails. Hundreds of them. Thousands. "So many," she whispers. "I don't know why. Maybe because they're safe from gulls? Here, feel this, I'll turn it over." Hundreds of tiny, squirming hydraulic feet beneath a horny, ridged top: a sea star. "Blue mussels here. And here's a dead stone crab, can you feel his claw?"
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snails
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Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the baker's wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.
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war
resistance
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Can deaf people hear their heartbeat?
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I wasn't trying to reach England. Or Paris. I thought that if I made the broadcast powerful enough, my brother would hear me. That I could bring him some peace, protect him as he had always protected me." "You'd play your brother's own voice to him? After he died?" "And Debussy." "Did he ever talk back?"
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brothers
radio
ghosts
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The universe is full of fuel.
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universe
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You know the greatest lesson of history? It's that history is whatever the victors say it is.
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Anthony Doerr |
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Hasta los mejores cientificos sienten de vez en cuando la tentacion de meterse algo en el bolsillo, algo pequeno y hermoso, o algo de mucho valor. Solo los mas fuertes pueden sobreponerse a ese tipo de sentimientos. Se
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Las piedras no son mas que piedras, la lluvia no es mas que lluvia y la desgracia es solo mala suerte. Por
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La logica, la razon y la ciencia pura son las tres vias apropiadas, insiste Aronnax, para aproximarse al misterio.
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Anthony Doerr |
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Some people are weak in some ways, sir. Other in other ways
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