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People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors.
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Every night, Liesel made her way down to the basement. She kept the book with her at all times. For hours, she wrote, attempting each night to complete ten pages of her life. There was so much to consider, so many things in danger of being left out. Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.
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Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I've been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. The answer's quite simple: To care.
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I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.
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Big things are often just small things that are noticed. - Ed Kennedy
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small-things
recognition
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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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Hans Hubermann held his hand out and presented a piece of bread, like magic.
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If I die anytime soon, you make sure they bury me right.
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war
history
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Markus Zusak |
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Don't go, papa. Please. Her spoon-holding hand is shaking. First we lost Max. I can't lose you now, too.
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somewhere in his murkiest depths, he wasn't so much afraid of being left again as condemning someone else to second best.
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Markus Zusak |
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No-one's urine smells as good as your own.
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Markus Zusak |
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In the morning's early hours, quiet voices were loud.
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silence
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Markus Zusak |
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With a smile like that, you don't need eyes.
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smile
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I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message.
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