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I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right
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When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
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Never had movement been such a burden. Never had a heart been so definite and big in her adolescent chest.
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He was a great horse," she went on, "and the perfect story--we wouldn't love him so much if he'd lived."
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There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house
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the-book-thief
snow
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I felt something and vowed that if I ever got a girl I would treat her right and never be bad or dirty to her or hurt her, ever. I vowed it and had all the confidence in the world that I would keep the vow.
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world
treat-her-right
vow
hurt
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374e5aa
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La ladrona de libros habia dado su primer golpe: seria el comienzo de una ilustre carrera.
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3b3f998
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Quien estaba alli para tranquilizarlo cuando le arrancaron la alfombra de la vida bajo los pies dormidos?.
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la-muerte
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1d8f3e3
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My soul needs yours
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soul-mates
love-letter
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Jesus, Mary ..." She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder..
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markus-zusak
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Lastly, the Hubermanns. Hans. Papa. He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kind of souls always do--the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that i want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light becausre more of them have been put out............ Lisel. His soul whispered it as I carried him."
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The question is, what colour will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?
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markus-zusak
the-book-thief
sky
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5820fb5
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No veis la herida que tengo dentro? ?No veis como se extiende y me corroe ante vuestros ojos? No quiero volver a tener esperanzas.
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814bda2
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Steam was rising weirdly from his clothes. His hangover was visible. It heaved itself to his shoulders and sat there like a bag of wet cement.
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b3d6634
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In the written words of the book thief herself, the journey continued like everything had happened.
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On Munich Street, Rudy noticed Deutscher walking along the footpath with some friends and felt the need to throw a rock at him. You might as well ask just what the hell he was thinking. The answer is probably nothing at all. He'd probably say that he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.
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He was tall and abrupt and exactly the kind of guy you wanted to be walking the streets with.
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b4bbb9a
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The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
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He's waking her in every moment. Disturbing her. Reaching through her and abandoning her at the same time. He throws her down and takes her and cuts her open. The bedspring leaks - a howling, desperate noise of falling down and springing up, even though they don't want to. Refusal is pointless. Complaint has no use. Some crying crawls to the doorway where I stand. It hobbles out from the gap in the door and lands at my feet
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You're a dead man". I hear his voice again, and I see the words on my face when I get back in the cab and look in the rearview mirror. It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my overall abilities in incompetence. "A dead man", I think. He's not far wrong."
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sadness
loser
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1585446
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A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.
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beauty-queens
real
pretty
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Markus Zusak |
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e1cdd96
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It could be worse. I could be you.
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positive-thinking
horrible-life
you
worse
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Markus Zusak |
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e0db549
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The Proclaimers thunder through my head. Imagine it. Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop haircuts. How will I ever listen to that song again? What will I do if it comes on the radio? I'll think of the night I murdered another man and stole his life with my own hands.
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murder
the-proclaimers
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7bd6ddf
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I told her I loved the howling sound of her harmonica. That seemed to be the limit of my courage that night, and even those spoken words had to struggle their way out of my mouth. It's all very well for words to build bridges, but sometimes I think it's a matter of knowing when to do it. Knowing when the time's right.
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struggle
courage
knowing-when-the-time-is-right
spoken-words
limit
mouth
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64ccc24
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Right. That's twenty-two fifty." "Twenty-two fifty?" We can't hide our exasperation. "Well, yeah - this is a classy joint, you know." "That's obvious - the service is incredible."
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sarcasm
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c5f4ecd
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The thing is, I don't even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them.
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hate
feel-sorry
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4bd1fd4
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Mi unica preocupacion es que cada vez que he deseado que algo suceda de una manera, ocurre del modo contrario, como si todo estuviera perfectamente disenado para enfrentarme a lo desconocido.
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He walked from one end of the basement to the other, the lamplight magnifying his shadow. It turned him into a giant on the wall, walking back and forth. When he stopped pacing, his shadow loomed behind him, watching. Someone was always watching.
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Tambien me temo que nada finaliza realmente cuando llega el fin. Los recuerdos permanecen mientras son capaces de blandir su espada y encontrar un punto blando en la mente para hacer un tajo y penetrar en ella.
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ccd2708
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There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking,and there are soft,coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts
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The sky was murky and deep, like quicksand. There was a young man parcelled up in barbed wire, like a crown of thorns. I untangled him and carried him out. High above the earth, we sank together, to our knees. It was just another day, 1918.
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the city around us seemed colder than ever again, and I realised that even if it really had sensed something going on, it certainly didn't care. It moved forward again. I could feel it. I could almost hear it laugh and taste it. Close. Watching. Mocking. And it was cold, so cold, as it watched my sister bleeding at the back of our house.
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close
sensed
mocking
watching
cold
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ccd41c1
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What good are the words?
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Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, an in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me. Even in the night, in bed, they woke me. They painted themselves onto the ceiling. They burned themselves onto the sheets of memory laid out in my mind. When I woke up the next day, I wrote the words down , on a torn-up piece of paper...
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words
writing
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Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. Like soft silver, melting. Liesel, upon seeing those eyes, understood that Hans Hubermann was worth a lot.
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09709f1
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A veces me mata ver como muere la gente.
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4cc6ed2
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One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.
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standing
fighting
victory
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Markus Zusak |
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d8c793c
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I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. - Liesel Meminger
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58af316
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Would I always feel so small that it hurt and that even the greatest outcry roaring from my throat was, in reality, just a whimper? Would my footsteps always stop so suddenly and sink into the footpath?
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unheard
small
fears
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ae26d2d
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Los minutos eran crueles. Las horas mortificantes. Durante los momentos de desvelo, sobre el pendia inexorablemente la mano del tiempo, la cual no dudaba en estrujarlo. Le sonreia, lo retorcia y lo dejaba vivir. Que gran maldad puede encubrir la prolongacion de una vida.
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346e013
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The Charcoal Sky Sometimes you go to the wrong place, but the right way comes and finds you. It might make you trip over it or speak to it. Or it might come to you when a day is stripped apart by night and ask you to take its hand and forget this wrong place, this illusion where you stand. I think of this mess in my mind and the girl who walked through it to stand before me and let her voice come close. I remember brick walls. There are mom..
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2778ce7
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Me, I'm known for bruises and levelheadedness, for height and muscle and blasphemy, and the occasional sentimentality.
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Markus Zusak |
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e892291
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She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain.
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rain
clouds
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aee1b72
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I was always reading books when I should have been doing math and the rest of it.
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reading
math
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