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I didn't know words could be so heavy.
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Znachi tova bilo. Rub e pobeditel. No ne iska da b'de tak'v. Iska predi vsichko da b'de boets. Kato nas. Da igrae mach, koito mozhe da zagubi. Otgovariam mu, za da go uspokoia: - Pak shche se biesh, kato vsichki nas. - Mislish li? No nikoi ot nas ne znae, zashchoto mach't ne struva puknata para, ako si siguren ot samoto nachalo, che shche spechelish. Istinskoto izpitanie sa onezi, chiito izkhod ne znaesh. T'kmo te postaviat v'prosi i iskat ..
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When the elderly Jew climbed to his feet for the last time and continued on, he looked briefly back. He took a last sad glance at the man who was kneeling now himself, whose back was burning with four lines of fire, whose knees were aching on the road. If nothing else, the old man would die like a human. Or at least with the thought that he was a human.
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LA LADRONA DE LIBROS>> ULTIMA LINEA <>
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Yes, I have seen a great many things in this world. I attend the greatest disasters and work for the greatest villains. But then there are other moments. There's a multitude of stories (a mere handful, as I have previously suggested) that I allow to distract me as I work, just as the colors do. I pick them up in the unluckiest, unlikeliest places and I make sure to remember them as I go about my work. The Book Thief is one such story. When ..
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To most people, Hans Hubermann was barely visible. An un-special person. Certainly, his painting skills were excellent. His musical ability was better than average. Somehow, though, and I'm sure you've met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. He was always just there. Not noticeable.
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it didn't really matter what that book was about. It was what it meant that was more important.
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The horizon was beginning to charcoal. What was left of the blackness above was nothing now but a scribble, and disappearing fast.
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But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question.
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Silence was not quiet or calm, and it was not peace.
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The word maybe was beginning to annoy me, because the only thing that was fixed was that maybe would be with me forever.
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maybe
forever
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But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.
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The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color.
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I think only one thing. Where 's Octavia? As I get closer to the bottom, I notice that it's water that I'm falling into. It's salty-green and smooth, until... I'm driven through the surface and go deeper. I'm surrounded. I'm drowning. I think. I'm drowning. But I'm smiling too.
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Normalmente vamos por la vida reyendonos constantemente lo que nos decimos. <>, decimos. <> Pero de vez en cuando la verdad se te echa encima y no puedes sacudirtela. Entonces te das cuenta de que a menudo esa verdad no es una respuesta, sino una pregunta. Incluso ahora, me pregunto hasta que punto me convence mi vida.
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He lay in bed with one of his sisters. She must have kicked him or muscled her way into the majority of the bed because he was on the very edge with his arm around her. The boy slept. His candlelit hair ignited the bed, and I picked him both and Bettina up with their souls still in the blanket. If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's comfort? Where ..
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Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages
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He seemed to resonate with a kind of confidence that life was still nothing but a joke - an endless succession of soccer goals, trickery, and a constant repertoire of meaningless chatter.
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When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In translation, two giant words were struggled with, carried on her shoulder and dropped as a bungling pair at Ilsa Hermann's feet. They fell off sideways as the girl veered with them and could no longer sustain their weight. Together, they sat on the floor, large and loud, and clumsy.
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I wish I could hold up that knife and tear open the world. I'd slice it open and climb through to the next one.
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She didn't overreact. It may have crossed her mind to march down to the woman responsible for sending this charity shitbox, but she didn't. She swallowed the glint of anger. She packed it into her prim-and-proper voice, and like her son, moved on.
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Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew.
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Those kids, they would've loved this place, they would've walked and skipped and danced here, all legs and sunny hair. They'd have cartwheeled the lawn, shouting, "And don't go lookin' at our knickers, right?"
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He was a wasteland in a suit; he was bent-postured, he was broken.
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There was a kind of generosity to her, of heat and sweat and life.
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The sun stirs the earth. Around and around, it stirs us like stew.
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There was rain like a ghost you could walk through. Almost dry when it hit the ground.
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A Jew had once saved his life and he couldn't forget that. He couldn't join a party that antagonized people in such a way... Like many of the Jews believed, he didn't think the hatred could last...
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It's chaos out there, and chaos is what we need.
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In a way, I wish I could be like that. You'd never worry or care about anything that really mattered. You'd be happy, in the same pitiful way someone like our friend Ritchie is. Nothing affects you, and you affect nothing.
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Her knees entered the ground. Her moment had arrived. Still in disbelief, she started to dig. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't-- Within seconds, snow was carved into her skin. Frozen blood was cracked across her hands. Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. She realized her mother had come back for her only when she felt the boni..
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The point is, it didn't really matter what that book was about. It was what it meant to her that was more important.
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Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.
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Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
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The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. 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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Sozlukte bulunmayan bir tanim; Gitmemek: Sik sik cocuklar tarafindan fark edilen bir guven ve sevgi eylemi.
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She had seen her brother die with one eye open, one still in a dream. She had said goodbye to her mother and imagined her lonely wait for a train back home to oblivion. A woman of wire had laid herself down, her scream traveling the street, till it fell sideways like a rolling coin starved of momentum. A young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow. She had watched a bomber pilot die in a metal case. She had seen a Jewish man who ha..
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You are going to die.
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There was once a strange small man but there was a word shaker too.
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It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my overall abilities in incompetence.
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A pair of train guards. A pair of grave diggers. When it came down to it, one of them called the shots. The other did what he was told. The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one?
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How many people get this chance? And of those few, how many actually take it?
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I collect my thoughts as if they will stain me, murder me, and then resurrect me." Markus Zusak, "
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The young man wandered around for quite some time, thinking, planning, and figuring out exactly how to make the world his. Then one day, out of nowhere, it struck him - the perfect plan. He'd seen a mother walking with her child. At one point, she admonished the small boy, until finally, he began to cry. Within a few minutes, she spoke softly to him, after which he was soothed and even smiled. The young man rushed to the woman and embraced..
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