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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 843b508 | His eyes were cold and brown -- like coffee stains... | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0a23cf9 | I see myself beneath her. Being taken and made love to. I feel her. I know her. Taste her champagne mouth. Ignore the ugly teeth. Just shut my eyes and taste her. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 96f2adc | In a way, it was destiny. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5400eb8 | They're brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn't be seen dead here. They're pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can't hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop from their mouths and get crushed to the floor. Or they get discarded, just to glow with warmth for a moment, for someone else to tread on later. | conversations discarded girls mouths pretty smiles smoke ugly words | Markus Zusak | |
| bd8d0bb | At first, he only continues walking. Only when I look down on our feet do I realize that we're actually going nowhere. It's the world that moves - the streets, the air, and the dark patches of inner sky. | Markus Zusak | ||
| db0e92f | And when we finally stood up and turned to face the world, I could feel something climbing through me. I could feel it on its hands and knees inside me, rising up, rising up - and I smiled. I smiled, thinking, The hunger, because I knew it all too well. The hunger. The desire. Then, slowly, as we walked on, I felt the beauty of it, and I could taste it, like words inside my mouth. | feel hunger mouth taste words | Markus Zusak | |
| e7bb861 | the journey continued like had happened. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 244cd9e | When I'm there, Rube's eyes fire into mine. Make sure you get up, they tell me, and I nod, then jump up. The jacket's off. My skin's warm. My wolfish hair sticks up as always, nice and thick. I'm ready now. I'm ready to keep standing up, no matter what, I'm ready to believe that I welcome the pain and that I want it so much that I will look for it. I will seek it out. I'll run to it and throw myself into it. I'll stand in front of it in bli.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ef92967 | Se estaba despidiendo y ni siquiera lo sabia. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a2ab22a | The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3303534 | I'm afraid, of falling asleep again. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9437bee | The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d6565cc | Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real. | real | Markus Zusak | |
| df76d2f | A LATE-NIGHT EXCERPT*** I realized much later that I actually visited 33 Himmel Street in that period of time. It must have been one of the few moments when the girl was not there with him, for all I saw was a man in bed. I Knelt. I readied myself to insert my hands through the blankets. Then there was a resurgence - an immense struggle against my weight. I withdrew, and with so much work ahead of me, it was nice to be fought off in that da.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7732f9f | See, I was never a guy who had a whole heap of friends to belong to. Besides Greg Fienni, I never really had friends. I kind of stayed on my own. I hated it, but I was proud of it too. Cameron Wolfe needed no one. He didn't need to be amongst a pack. Not all of us roam like that. No, all he needed was his instincts. All he needed was himself. | hated instincts on-my-own proud roam | Markus Zusak | |
| 4da66a7 | The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the act of forgetting. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 95e17b4 | They were frightened, no question, but they were not afraid of me. It was a fear of messing up and having to face themselves again, and facing the world, and the likes of you. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3d8a70d | Our own place is mall perhaps, but when your old man is eaten by his own shadow, you realise that maybe in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it. Maybe that's what these pages of words are about: Bringing the world to the window. | old-man place shadow small window words | Markus Zusak | |
| a3b043a | Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7262d98 | There was the gate next, which she(Liesel)clung to. A gang of tears trudged from her eyes as she held on and refused to go inside. People started to gather on the street, until Rosa Hubermann swore at them, after which they reversed back whence they came. ~A TRANSLATION OF ROSA HUBERMANN'S ANNOUNCEMENT~ 'What are you arseholes looking at? | swearing | Markus Zusak | |
| ef364f7 | Just do me a favor and remember one thing,' he says, and I can see he's trying not to be too typically religious. 'Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 598b29e | I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards. | life perception view | Markus Zusak | |
| 42df656 | I kept walking. Have you ever done that? Just walk. Just walk and have no idea where you're going? It wasn't a good feeling, but not a bad one either. I felt caged and free at the same time, like it was only myself that wouldn't allow me to feel either great or miserable. | freedom searching walk | Markus Zusak | |
| 2100dd8 | There was no one to really argue with, but Mama managed it expertly every chance she had. She could argue with the entire world in that kitchen and almost every evening, she did. | humor | Markus Zusak | |
| 51c55ff | If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of. And that's when I realize: I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 00c1ba2 | The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like clouds, and she would ring them out like the rain. | Markus Zusak | ||
| faf3785 | Cuando empezo a escribir su historia, se pregunto por el momento exacto en que los libros y las palabras no solo comenzaban a tener algun significado, sino que lo significaban todo. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 79ffe32 | DEFINICION NO ENCONTRADA EN EL DICCIONARIO No irse: acto de confianza y amor, a menudo descifrado por los ninos. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7406dac | He was playing chess and she was sucking at checkers. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 8ad6063 | Broken: Never underestimate the power of a shared history. | Karin Slaughter | ||
| 90c41dd | Through the forest he pursued the she-monster whose tail coiled over the dead leaves like a silver stream; and he came to a meadow where women, with the hindquarters of dragons, stood around a great fire, raised on the tips of their tails. The moon shone red as blood in a pale circle and their scarlet tongues, formed like fishing harpoons, stretched out, curling to the edge of the flame. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 6a5b78f | Everyone, he thought, must have adored her; all men assuredly must have coveted her. She seemed but the more beautiful to him for this; he was seized with a lasting, furious desire for her, that inflamed his despair, and that was boudless, because it was now unrealisable. To please her, as if she were still living, he adopted her predilections, her ideas; he bought patent leather boots and took to wearing white cravats. He put cosmetics on .. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 94e7da9 | Einen einzigen Gedanken hatte er, eine einzige Liebe, eine einzige Leidenschaft: die Bucher! Und diese Liebe, diese Leidenschaft verbrannten sein Inneres, verdarben sein Leben, verschlangen sein Dasein. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 9aa1cb4 | Ils en conclurent que la syntaxe est une fantaisie et la grammaire une illusion. | grammar illusions language phantasies syntax | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 752a6cd | The most exaggerated speeches usually hid the weakest of feelings - as though the fullness of the soul did not overflow into the emptiest phrases, since no one can ever express the exact measure of his needs, his conceptions or his sorrows, and human speech is like a cracked pot on which we beat out rhythms for bears to dance to when we are striving to make music that will wring tears from the stars | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| c0d2d6b | So far as Emma was concerned she did not ask herself whether she was in love. Love, she thought, was something that must come suddenly, with a great display of thunder and lightning, descending on one's life like a tempest from above, turning it topsy-turvy, whirling away one's resolutions like leaves and bearing one onward, heart and soul, towards the abyss. She never bethought herself how on the terrace of a house the rain forms itself in.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| e6b6b05 | for now he was in one of those crises when the soul yields a blurred glimpse of all that it enfolds, like an ocean, tempest-torn, uncovering everything from the seaweed in the shallows to the sands of the abyss. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 9567798 | Quel bonheur dans ce temps-la ! quelle liberte ! quel espoir ! quellle abondance d'illusions ! Il n'en restait plus maintenant ! Elle en avait depense a toutes les aventures de son ame, par toutes les conditions successives, dans la virginite, dans le mariage et dans l'amour ; - les perdant ainsi continuellement le long de sa vie, comme un voyageur qui laisse quelque chose de sa richesse a toutes les auberges de la route. Mais qui donc la r.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 42c5c93 | Had they nothing else to say to one another? More serious communications were, to be sure, passing between their eyes. As they tried to make conversation, they felt the same languor stealing over them both, as if their whispering voices were being drowned by the deep continuous murmur of their souls. Surprised by the strange sweetness of it, they never thought to describe or to explain what they felt. Coming delights, like tropical beaches,.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| b343a29 | On days when it was too hot, they did not leave their room. The dazzling brilliance from outside plastered bars of light between the slats of the blinds. Not a sound in the village. Down below, on the sidewalk, no one. This spreading silence increased the tranquility of things. In the distance, the caulkers' hammers tamped the hulls, and a heavy breeze brought the smell of tar. | relaxation silence summer | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 743d355 | as though the soul's abundance does not sometimes spill over in the most decrepit metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of their needs, their ideas, their afflictions, and since human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing-bears, when we wish to conjure pity from the stars. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 0dc3d3a | But that happiness, no doubt, was a lie invented for the despair of all desire. She now knew the smallness of the passions that art exaggerated. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| e81096c | Ah!" thought Rodolphe, turning very pale, "that was what she came for." At last he said with a calm air-- "Dear madame, I have not got them." He did not lie. If he had had them, he would, no doubt, have given them, although it is generally disagreeable to do such fine things: a demand for money being, of all the winds that blow upon love, the coldest and most destructive." | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 12d5235 | In his earliest youth, he had drawn inspiration from really bad authors, as you may have seen from his style; as he grew older, he lost his taste for them, but the excellent authors just didn't fill him with the same enthusiasm | writing | Gustave Flaubert |