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Le coeur humain est une ligne, tandis que le mien est un cercle, et j'ai la capacite infinie de me trouver au bon moment au bon endroit. En consequence, je trouve toujours des humains au meilleur et au pire d'eux-memes. Je vois leur beaute et leur laideur, et je me demande comment une meme chose peut reunir l'une et l'autre. Reste que je les envie sur un point. Les humains ont au moins l'intelligence de mourir.
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Les meilleurs secoueurs de mots etaient ceux qui avaient compris le pouvoir des mots. Ceux qui pouvaient monter le plus haut. Parmi eux se trouvait une fillette toute menue. On la considerait comme la meilleure secoueuse de mots de sa region, car elle savait que sans les mots, on etait reduit a l'impuissance.
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Elle, la voleuse de livres depourvue de mots. Mais croyez-moi, les mots allaient venir et, lorsqu'ils arriveraient, Liesel les prendrait dans sa main, comme les nuages, et elle en exprimerait la substance, comme la pluie.
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0d0b856
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First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.
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mortality
humanity
death
rhyming
the-book-thief
fact
humans
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2836109
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Que gran maldad puede encubrir la prolongacion de una vida.
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As I've been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope, considering the length of time I've been performing this job. The trouble is, who could ever replace me? Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody, which has prompted me to make a conscious, deliberate decis..
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There was the odd suburban thunderbolt, but they were mostly those people who'd found each other; they were golden and bright-lit and funny. Often they seemed in cahoots somehow, like jailbirds who wouldn't leave; they loved us, they us, and that was a pretty good trick.
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parenting
parents
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There were great big shrugs of breath of him...
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THE SPOKEN TRUTH OF RUDY STEINER "I guess I'm better at leaving things behind than stealing them."
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He is straight ahead, straight out, straight and hard, and ready to fight. "Hope you're better than your brother," someone calls. It hurts me. Wounds me. "I am." But not as much as that."
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fighting-ruben-wolfe
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Anhelaba volver a la inconsciencia de entonces, a sentir tanto amor sin saberlo y a confundirlo con las risas y el pan untado con poco mas que el aroma de la mermelada.
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But Hans Junior wasn't finished. He stepped closer and said, "You're either for the Fuhrer or against him--and I can see that you're against him. You always have been." Liesel watched Hans Junior in the face, fixated on the thinness of his lips and the rocky line of his bottom teeth. "It's pathetic--how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great."
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408935a
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He wanted to walk out--Lord, how he wanted to (or at least he to want to)--but he knew he wouldn't. It was much the same as the way he left his family in Stuttgart, under a veil of fabricated loyalty. To live. Living was living. The price was guilt and shame.
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Getting back to Audrey, though, I should really feel complimented that she won't ever touch me because she likes me more than anyone else. It makes perfect sense, really, doesn't it? If she ever gets down or depressed, i can make out the figure of her through the front window of the shack. She comes in and we drink cheap beer or wine and watch a movie or all three. Something old and long like Ben-Hur that stretches into the night. She'll be..
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love
longing
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02c8e21
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What do I do now?" I ask desperately. "Tell me! What do I do now?" He remains calm. He looks at me closely and says, "Keep living, Ed.... It's only the pages that stop here." He stays perhaps another ten minutes, probably due to the trauma that has strapped itself to me. I remain standing, trying to contemplate and recover from what's transpired. "I really think I'd better go," he says again, this item with more finality. With difficu..
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love
messenger
realization
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When she made it down to Munich Street, the book thief swerved in and out of the umbrellaed men and women--a rain-cloaked girl who made her way without shame from one garbage can to another.
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For a few moments, Liesel said nothing. It was one of those conversations that require some time to elapse between exchanges.
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At that moment, Liesel was amazed by the width of the doorway. There was so much space. Why did people need so much space to get through the door? Had Rudy been there, he'd have called her an idiot--it was to get all their stuff inside.
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She could have shot herself, scratched herself, or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option--to at least endure the discomfort of the weather.
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He wanted to walk out--Lord, how he wanted to (or at least he wanted to want to)--but he knew he wouldn't. It was much the same as the way he left his family in Stuttgart, under a veil of fabricated loyalty. To live. Living was living. The price was guilt and shame.
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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 . Not noticeable. Not important or particularly valuable. The frustration of that appearance, as..
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He's the boy who refuses to fear the opposite sex, purely because everyone else embraces that particular fear, and he's the type who is unafraid to make a decision.
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I was being Jesse Owens." he answered as though it was the most natural thing on earth to be doing. There was even something implicit in his tone that suggested something along the lines of, "What the hell does it look like?"
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Me maravilla lo que los humanos son capaces de hacer aunque esten llorando a lagrima viva, que sigan adelante, tambaleantes, tosiendo, rebuscando y hallando.
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A veces llego demasiado pronto, me adelanto. Y hay gente que se aferra a la vida mas de lo esperado.
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Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto como ambas pueden ser lo mismo.
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d2bee27
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al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir.
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The thought of missing it was eased when she found a gap in the bodies and was able to see the mound of guilt, still intact. It was prodded and splashed, even spat on. It reminded her of an unpopular child, forlorn and bewildered, powerless to alter its fate. No one liked it. Head down. Hands in pockets. Forever. Amen.
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From Liesel's position, their voices were only sounds. Not words at all.
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Ilsa Hermann was dying now herself--to get rid of her. Liesel could see it somewhere in the way she hugged the robe a little tighter. The clumsiness of sorrow still kept her at close proximity, but clearly, she wanted this to be over. "Tell your mama," she spoke again. Her voice was adjusting now, as one sentence turned into two. "That we're sorry." She started shepherding the girl toward the door. Liesel felt it now in the shoulders. The p..
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Now she became spiteful. More spiteful and evil than she thought herself capable. The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words. She summoned them from someplace she only now recognized and hurled them at Ilsa Hermann.
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After a miscarriaged pause, the mayor's wife edged forward and picked up the book. She was battered and beaten up, and not from smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.
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In bed, she read with Papa, who could tell something was wrong. It was the first time in a month that he'd come in and sat with her, and she was comforted, if only slightly. Somehow, Hans Hubermann always knew what to say, when to stay, and when to leave her be. Perhaps Liesel was the one thing he was a true expert at.
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The distance between us was him.
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It'll be dark soon, Rudy.' He walked on. 'So what?' 'I'm going back.' Rudy stopped and watched her now as if she were betraying him. 'That's right, book thief. Leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, you'd keep walking. Wouldn't you?
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He invited his people toward his own glorious heart, beckoning them with his finest, ugliest words, handpicked from his forests. And the people came. They were all placed on a conveyor belt and run through a rampant machine that gave them a lifetime in ten minutes. Words were fed into them. Time disappeared and they now Knew everything they needed to know. They were hypnotized.
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There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it had been empty.
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Papa. She Would not, and could not, look at Papa. Not yet. Not now.
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It's probably fair to say that in all the years of Hitler's reign, no person was able to serve the Fuhrer as loyally as me. A human doesn't have a heart like mine. 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 ..
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The science of Papa's trade brought him an even greater level of respect. It was well and good to share bread and music, but it was nice for Liesel to know that he was also more than capable in his occupation. Competence was attractive.
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Many times, she wanted to ask her papa if he might teach her to play, but somehow, something always stopped her. Perhaps an unknown intuition told her that she would never be able to play it like Hans Hubermann. Surely, not even the world's greatest accordionists could compare. They could never be equal to the casual concentration on Papa's face. Or there wouldn't be a paintwork-traded cigarette slouched on the player's lips. And they could..
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charcoal. What was left of the
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Sure, she loved horses, she enjoyed racing, but she abhorred the racing business; its wastage, its overbreeding. Its greedy girth of underbelly. It was something like a beautiful whore, and she'd seen it devoid of make-up.
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THE CONTRADICTORY POLITICS OF ALEX STEINER *** Point One: He was a member of the Nazi Party but he did not hate the Jews, or anyone else for that matter. Point Two: Secretly, though, he couldn't help feeling a percentage of relief (or worse - gladness!) when Jewish shop owners were put out of business - propaganda informed him that it was only a matter of time before a plague of Jewish tailors showed up and stole his customers. Point Three:..
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