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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 092445b | What is it about the sound of clapping hands? Why does it seem like an ocean of sound, breaking like waves on top of you? Why does it make a tide turn in you? Maybe it's because it's one of the most noble things humans do with their hands. I mean, humans make fists with their hands. They use them to hurt each other and steal things. When humans clap, it's the one time they stand together and applaud other humans. I think they're there to ke.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c4ef442 | Saukerl," she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7e9d061 | Un ojo abierto, el otro sonando. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7a19325 | Liesel and Papa made their way through the book, this man was traveling to Amsterdam on business and the snow was shivering outside. The girl loved that- the shivering snow. "That's exactly what it does when it comes down," she told Hans Hubermann." | Markus Zusak | ||
| ed8fa71 | The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder. | powder | Markus Zusak | |
| bf22cc8 | You could argue that Liesel Meminger has it easy. She did have it easy compared to Max Vandenburg. Certainly, her brother practically died in her arms. Her mother abandoned her. But anything was better than being a Jew. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d7a93ba | Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? Our own place is small perhaps, but when your old man is eaten up by his own shadow, you realize maybe that 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. | fight inspiration life understanding-life | Markus Zusak | |
| 4752194 | The stars set fire to my eyes. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 956010f | We grew up together, which is the only reason we're friends. He's actually got a lot of other acquaintances, too, for a few reasons. The first is that he plays soccer in winter and has mates from there. The second and main reason is that he carries on like an idiot. Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e3c610f | It was then that he also took the opportunity to say he was sorry that the Hubermann's son had not come home, In response, Papa told him that such things were out of their control. "After all," he said, "you should know it yourself--a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4d1c3f3 | 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.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4749d18 | The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to find a way inside, and as it simultaneously thickened and spread, it turned the trail of humans into apparitions. There were no people on the street anymore. They were rumors carrying bags. | holocaust liesel-meminger war | Markus Zusak | |
| c6c3a26 | Liesel was sure her mother carried the memory of him, slung over her shoulder. She dropped him. She saw his feet and legs and body slap the platform. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3368248 | Then the music begins and we can both hear the slow, quiet, sweet desperation of a song I won't mention. Imagine the softest, toughest, most beautiful song you know, and you've got it. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 16b98f5 | As Rudy slumped into the corner and flicked mud from his sleeve at the window, Franz fired him the Hitler Youth's favourite question: 'When was our Fuhrer Adolf Hitler born?' Rudy looked up. 'Sorry?' The question was repeated and the very stupid Rudy Steiner, who knew all too well that it was April 20 1889, answered with the birth of Christ. He even threw in Betlehem as an added piece of information. Franz smeared his hands together. A very.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 81163f8 | It was as though he'd opened her palm, given her the words, and closed it up again. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e5beb78 | She soon says, "You're my best friend, Ed." "I know." You can kill a man with those words." -- | Markus Zusak | ||
| bb41b13 | En realidad, no importaba de que tratara el libro, lo importante era lo que significaba. | Markus Zusak | ||
| defc9b6 | He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a0cc39b | I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7946aae | 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. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6195a36 | Never had movement been such a burden. Never had a heart been so definite and big in her adolescent chest. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 68b0d35 | He was a great horse," she went on, "and the perfect story--we wouldn't love him so much if he'd lived." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 04c8352 | There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house | snow the-book-thief | Markus Zusak | |
| 49b06bd | I felt something and vowed that if I ever got a girl I would treat her right and never be bad or dirty to her or hurt her, ever. I vowed it and had all the confidence in the world that I would keep the vow. | hurt treat-her-right vow world | Markus Zusak | |
| 374e5aa | La ladrona de libros habia dado su primer golpe: seria el comienzo de una ilustre carrera. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3b3f998 | Quien estaba alli para tranquilizarlo cuando le arrancaron la alfombra de la vida bajo los pies dormidos?. | la-muerte | Markus Zusak | |
| 1d8f3e3 | My soul needs yours | love-letter soul-mates | Markus Zusak | |
| 66b2452 | Jesus, Mary ..." She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder.. | liesel-meminger markus-zusak | Markus Zusak | |
| a23062d | Lastly, the Hubermanns. Hans. Papa. He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kind of souls always do--the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that i want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light becausre more of them have been put out............ Lisel. His soul whispered it as I carried him." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 80f6fdd | The question is, what colour will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? | markus-zusak sky the-book-thief | Markus Zusak | |
| 5820fb5 | No veis la herida que tengo dentro? ?No veis como se extiende y me corroe ante vuestros ojos? No quiero volver a tener esperanzas. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c57b455 | Je suis ne avec le desir de mourir. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 8cd9d11 | Il faut mettre son coeur dans l'art, son esprit dans le commun du monde, son corps ou il se trouve bien, sa bourse dans sa poche, son espoir nulle part. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| eee92cb | Is it not time to cry that the blind shall see, the deaf hear, the lame walk? But that which fanaticism formerly promised to its elect, science now accomplishes for all men. | fanaticism fanatics homais improvement science | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 2e97c30 | In the end idealism annoyed Bouvard. 'I don't want any more of it: the famous cogito is a bore. The ideas of things are taken for the things themselves. What we barely understand is explained by means of words that we do not understand at all! Substance, extension, force, matter and soul, are all so many abstractions, figments of the imagination. As for God, it is impossible to know how he is, or even if he is! Once he was the cause of wind.. | god idealism language religion spirituality | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 785097c | There was always an uncertain promise dangling in the future like a golden fruit hanging from some fantastic bough. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| b90544f | You ask me whether the Orient is up to what I imagined it to be. Yes, it is; and more than that, it extends far beyond the narrow idea I had of it. I have found, clearly delineated, everything that was hazy in my mind. Facts have taken the place of suppositions - so excellently so that it is often as though I were suddenly coming upon old forgotten dreams. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 762ac60 | With a little more time, patience, and hard work, and above all with a more sensitive taste for the formal aspects of arts, he would have managed to write mediocre poetry, good enough for a lady's album - and this is always a gallant thing to do, whatever you may say. | poets | Gustave Flaubert | |
| a2741e1 | Pentru el, universul nu era mai mare decat circumferinta matasoasa a fustei ei; isi reprosa ca n-o iubeste, i se facea dor s-o vada iar; si se intorcea repede, urca scara cu inima batand. Emma, in camera ei, isi facea toaleta; el intra cu pasi usori, o saruta pe spate, iar ea scotea un tipat. Nu se putea opri sa-i atinga tot timpul pieptenele, inelele, salul; uneori ii saruta zgomotos obrajii sau o coplesea cu un sirag de sarutari marunte d.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 43480bc | Open them, weak yet proud man, pitiful ant that struggles to crawl over its speck of dust! You declare yourself free and great, and for all the wretchedness of your life you hold yourself in high esteem, celebrating - no doubt in a spirit of derision - your rotten and transient flesh. And then you imagine that this beautiful life, lived out between a little pride that you call greatness, and that base selfinterest which is at the heart of y.. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 2457e62 | Iced champagne was poured out. Emma shivered all over as she felt it cold in her mouth. She had never seen pomegranates nor tasted pine-apples. The powdered sugar even seemed to her whiter and finer than elsewhere. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| ece472f | One becomes a critic when one cannot be an artist, just as a man becomes a stool pigeon when he cannot be a soldier. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| aaa48c3 | She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions, not landscapes. | beauty desire emotion heart love lust sad selfish sentimental true useless | Gustave Flaubert |