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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c398bfa | She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4f70bfd | I don't want to hope for anything anymore. I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner. Because the world did not deserve them. | world-war-ii | Markus Zusak | |
| 0f6bb30 | The world is an ugly stew, she thought. It's so ugly I can't stand it. | Markus Zusak | ||
| eb3a755 | For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6d825a1 | But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the beginning that you're going to win. It's the ones in between that test you. They're the ones that bring questions with them. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d005285 | Best friends one, and now we have almost nothing to say to each other. It was interesting, how he had joined those guys and I just stayed on my own. I didn't like it or dislike it. It was just funny that things had turned out that way. | friends funny interesting like the-way-things-turn-out | Markus Zusak | |
| e24ef5b | You ever hear a dog cry, Steve? You know, howling so loud it's almost unbearable?' He nodded. 'I reckon they howl like that because they're so hungry it hurts, and that's what I feel in me every day of my life. I'm so hungry to be somethin' - to be somebody. You hear me?' He did. 'I'm not lyin' down ever. Not for you. Not for anyone.' I ended it. 'I'm hungry, Steve.' Sometimes I think they're the best words I've ever said. 'I'm hungry. | dog howl hungry | Markus Zusak | |
| e77d791 | Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay? | live make-mistakes | Markus Zusak | |
| 3f9c537 | As I make my way through, I feel okayness reaching through me. The funny thing is that okayness is not a real word. It's not in the dictionary. But it's in me. | it-s-in-me okayness real-word | Markus Zusak | |
| a58e99c | Jesus, Mary and Joseph | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1c28d3d | Her wrinkles were like slander. Her voice was akin to a beating with a stick. | Markus Zusak | ||
| efa1bf9 | She didn't see him watching as he played, having no idea that Hans Hubermann's accordion was a story. In the times ahead, that story would arrive at 33 Himmel Street in the early hours of morning, wearing ruffled shoulders and a shivering jacket. It would carry a suitcase, a book, and two questions. A story. Story after story. Story within story. | Markus Zusak | ||
| de50b75 | 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 boniness of a hand on her shoulder. She was being dragged away. A warm scream filled her throat. | Markus Zusak | ||
| df51396 | Thank you. For Max Vandenburg, those were the two most pitiful words he could possibly say, rivaled only by I'm sorry. There was a constant urge to speak both expressions, spurred on by the affliction of guilt. | Markus Zusak | ||
| f4d88da | The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that's never a good sign. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ea12e72 | The only people we want to blame are ourselves, because it will be ourselves that we rely upon. | independence independent-thought self-awareness self-awareness-honesty-self self-realization | Markus Zusak | |
| 981da1a | As if sensing the oncoming theatre, the pigeons arrived from nowhere, and dug in close on the powerlines. They were perched on TV aerials, and, God forbid, on the trees. There was also a single crow, fat-feathered and plump, like a pigeon disguised in a trench coat. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4b9f5bd | They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate? Misfortune? Is that what glued them down like that? Of course not. Let's not be stupid. It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 2d75aa9 | There are pieces of me on the ground. | emotions | Markus Zusak | |
| 0c77038 | A happening was looming. It was out there somewhere beyond the regular enclosed life that I had been living. It was out there, not waiting, but existing. Being. Perhaps it was only slightly wondering if I would come to it. | happening life waiting | Markus Zusak | |
| 2bdeae1 | But when they laugh, you can see the world in their eyes. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7f138c4 | Tomare tu alma en mis manos, un color se posara sobre mi hombro y te llevare conmigo con suma delicadeza. | Markus Zusak | ||
| fbd5643 | Certainly war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1e88ee0 | An overwhelming curiosity makes me ask myself what their lives might be like. I want to know what they do, where they're from, their names, what they're thinking about at that moment, what they regret, what they hope for, their past loves, their current dreams ... and if they happen to be women (especially the young ones) then the urge becomes intense. | love strangers women | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 2180f9a | Her great desire, in fact, was to have something more solid, more tangible than love to rely upon. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 30e10b6 | Love, she believed, must come suddenly, with great thunderclaps and bolts of lightening - a hurricane from heaven that drops down on your life, overturns it, tears away your will like a leaf, and carries your whole heart with it off into the abyss. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 0e36fe3 | A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 375fae1 | Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| ef8263e | Well, quite softly, one day following another, a spring on a winter, and an autumn after a summer, this wore away, piece by piece, crumb by crumb; it passed away, it is gone, I should say it has sunk; for something always remains at the bottom as one would say--a weight here, at one's heart. | heaviness sorrow | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 59cc36d | I'm the sort of man who's doomed to be a failure and I'll go to my grave without ever knowing whether I was real gold or just tinsel! | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| f7ee7cb | There's a great satisfaction in knowing that we've made good use of our days, that we've lived up to our expectations of ourselves. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| ee2617f | I had everything I could possibly want -- yet I was failing to appreciate it. Bogged down in petty complaints and passing crises, weary of struggling with my own nature, I too often failed to comprehend the splendor of what I had. | happiness | Gretchen Rubin | |
| 5d7f762 | Because money permits a constant stream of luxuries and indulgences, it can take away their savor, and by permitting instant gratification, money shortcuts the happiness of anticipation. Scrimping, saving, imagining, planning, hoping--these stages enlarge the happiness we feel. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| 15cbf14 | It isn't enough to love; we must prove it. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| b63967a | Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| f7d2404 | his biggest problem was his need for a problem. | Patrick Lencioni | ||
| 2c8c515 | A adormit bustean, cum dorm numai acei fericiti care nu sufera nici de hemoroizi, nici de purici si nici de vreo agerime prea mare a mintii. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 68ccf97 | Well, so that's the prosecutor! He lived and lived, and then died! And they will say in the papers that he died to the regret of his staff and all mankind, a respected citizen, a rare father, a model husband, and they will write a lot more stuff and nonsense about him; they will add, maybe, that he was mourned by widows and orphans; but if one were to investigate the matter thoroughly, it will emerge that he had nothing to him except his bu.. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 6792bae | So here we are once more in the wilds, and once more we've come upon some out of the way corner. But what a wilderness, and what an out of the way corner! | Gogol Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 45c84d8 | If you could get all the people in an organization rowing in the same direction, you could dominate any industry, in any market, against any competition, at any time. | Patrick Lencioni | ||
| 25c928d | those cries rose from among the twisted roots through which the spirits of the damned were slinking to hide from us. Therefore my Master said: 'If you break off a twig, what you will learn will drive what you are thinking from your head.' Puzzled, I raised my hand a bit and slowly broke off a branchlet from an enormous thorn: and the great trunk of it cried: 'Why do you break me?' And after blood had darkened all the bowl of the wound, it c.. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 346d024 | Life is a " vale of tears" a period of trial and suffering, an unpleasant but necessary preparation for the afterlife where alone man could expect to enjoy happiness - Archibald T. MacAllister (The Inferno; Dante Alighieri translated by John Ciardi)" | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 0b23eb8 | I say that when she appeared, in whatever place, by the hope embodied in that marvelous greeting, for me no enemy remained, in fact I shone with a flame of charity that made me grant pardon to whoever had offended me: and if anyone had then asked me anything my reply would only have been: 'Love', with an aspect full of humility. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 28c6a0c | Not foliage green, but of a fusk colour, Not branches smooth, but gnarled and intertangled not apple-tress were there, but thorns with poison. | Dante Alighieri |