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It was pointless. The crowd was itself. There was no swaying it, squeezing through, or reasoning with it. You breathed with it and you sang its songs. You waited for its fire.
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crowd-mentality
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I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity. I watched
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I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
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We can't leave him here, the smell will kill us . . . and we can't carry him out the door and drag him up the street, either. We can't just say, 'You'll never guess what we found in our basement this morning . . .
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DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
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trust
security
safety
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Si lance was not quiet and calm, and it was not peace.
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I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race--that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
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human-race
story
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and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was asleep.
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Local loser. Cornerstone of mediocrity. Sexual midget. Pathetic cardplayer. And now weird-shit magnet on top of it.
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Even the enemies were an inch away from friendship.
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Simplemente volvieron juntos a casa, con los pies doloridos y el corazon cansado.
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For a moment, it appeared that her foster mother would comfort her or pat her on the shoulder. Good girl, Liesel. Good girl. Pat, pat, pat. She did no such thing. Instead, Rosa Hubermann stood up, selected a wooden spoon, and held it under Liesel's nose. It was a necessity as far as she was concerned.
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There was an intense spurt of coughing. Almost an inspired spurt. And soon after - nothing.
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No," I tell him, "I won't. I won't be okay just for the sake of it. Not anymore."
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even death has a heart
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You will be caked in your own body.
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When a woman with an iron fist tells you to get out there and clean spit off the door, you do it. Especially when the iron's hot.
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iron-fist
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and it feels good to be good for something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad
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saumensching:
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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.
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All afternoon, I read. I fall asleep once as well, no disrespect to the writers.
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At first, I'd wanted to write Merry Christmas on the box somewhere, but I decide against it. This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.
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That's the sort of thing i'll never know, or comprehend- what humans are capable of
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Soy un imbecil. No, papa. Solo eres un hombre.
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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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habia dicho la chica. [...] No, penso Liesel mientras andaba, para corazon cansado, el mio. Un corazon de trece anos no deberia sentirse asi.
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Que he hecho?, no dejaba de musitar. [...] Le hubiera gustado consolarlo, pero nunca habia visto a un hombre tan deshecho.
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Como puede quedarse alli sentada dispuesta a morir mientras yo quiero seguir viviendo? [...] ?Por que quiero vivir? No deberia y, sin embargo, quiero vivir.
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Habia un tren y un nino tosiendo. Habia nieve y una nina destrozada por el dolor.
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siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto como ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir.
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She was compelled to see the thing lit. She couldn't help it. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate
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He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, i know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, i know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart
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Le hablas de mi? Liesel no pudo responder enseguida. Tal vez fue la subita sacudida amorosa que sintio por el. ?O habia sido asi siempre? Era probable. Privada del habla, deseo que la besara, que la agarrara de la mano y la atrajera hacia el. No importaba donde. En la boca, en el cuello, en la mejilla. Tenia toda la piel libre para el, a la espera.
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Me maravilla lo que los humanos son capaces de hacer aunque esten llorado a lagrima viva, que sigan adelante, tambaleantes, tosiendo, rebuscando, hallando.
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Dormia mucho, sin suenos, y casi siempre se arrepentia de despertarse. Dormida, todo desaparecia.
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A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship. A
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Cuando empezo a escribir su historia se pregunto por el momento exacto en que los libros y las palabras no solo comenzaron a tener algun significado, sino que lo significaban todo
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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 only realised her mother had come back for her when she felt the boniness of a hand on her shoulder. She was being dragged away. A warm scream filled her throat.
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There were people of every stature, but amongst them, the poor were the most easily recognised. The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip - the relative you cringe to kiss.
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Sitting in the water, she imagined the smell of it, mapped out on her papa's clothes. More than anything, it was the smell of friendship, and she could find it on herself, too. Liesel loved that smell. She would sniff her arm and smile as the water cooled around her.
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To live. Living was living. The price was guilt, and shame.
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After all,' he said, 'you should know it yourself - a young man is still a , and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.
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On her birthday, it was she who gave a gift - to me. It makes me understand that the best standover man I've ever known is not a man at all...
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Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.
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swearing
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