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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ac15b3c | On Munich Street, Rudy noticed Deutscher walking along the footpath with some friends and felt the need to throw a rock at him. You might as well ask just what the hell he was thinking. The answer is probably nothing at all. He'd probably say that he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a12a6fb | He was tall and abrupt and exactly the kind of guy you wanted to be walking the streets with. | Markus Zusak | ||
| b4bbb9a | 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 can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 832e461 | He's waking her in every moment. Disturbing her. Reaching through her and abandoning her at the same time. He throws her down and takes her and cuts her open. The bedspring leaks - a howling, desperate noise of falling down and springing up, even though they don't want to. Refusal is pointless. Complaint has no use. Some crying crawls to the doorway where I stand. It hobbles out from the gap in the door and lands at my feet | Markus Zusak | ||
| fe3a3c4 | You're a dead man". I hear his voice again, and I see the words on my face when I get back in the cab and look in the rearview mirror. It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my overall abilities in incompetence. "A dead man", I think. He's not far wrong." | loser sadness | Markus Zusak | |
| 1585446 | A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty. | beauty-queens pretty real | Markus Zusak | |
| e1cdd96 | It could be worse. I could be you. | horrible-life positive-thinking worse you | Markus Zusak | |
| e0db549 | The Proclaimers thunder through my head. Imagine it. Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop haircuts. How will I ever listen to that song again? What will I do if it comes on the radio? I'll think of the night I murdered another man and stole his life with my own hands. | murder the-proclaimers | Markus Zusak | |
| 7bd6ddf | I told her I loved the howling sound of her harmonica. That seemed to be the limit of my courage that night, and even those spoken words had to struggle their way out of my mouth. It's all very well for words to build bridges, but sometimes I think it's a matter of knowing when to do it. Knowing when the time's right. | courage knowing-when-the-time-is-right limit mouth spoken-words struggle | Markus Zusak | |
| 64ccc24 | Right. That's twenty-two fifty." "Twenty-two fifty?" We can't hide our exasperation. "Well, yeah - this is a classy joint, you know." "That's obvious - the service is incredible." | sarcasm | Markus Zusak | |
| c5f4ecd | The thing is, I don't even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them. | feel-sorry hate | Markus Zusak | |
| 4bd1fd4 | Mi unica preocupacion es que cada vez que he deseado que algo suceda de una manera, ocurre del modo contrario, como si todo estuviera perfectamente disenado para enfrentarme a lo desconocido. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e73e62f | He walked from one end of the basement to the other, the lamplight magnifying his shadow. It turned him into a giant on the wall, walking back and forth. When he stopped pacing, his shadow loomed behind him, watching. Someone was always watching. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0fd1a50 | Tambien me temo que nada finaliza realmente cuando llega el fin. Los recuerdos permanecen mientras son capaces de blandir su espada y encontrar un punto blando en la mente para hacer un tajo y penetrar en ella. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ccd2708 | There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking,and there are soft,coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts | Markus Zusak | ||
| a44cc0b | The sky was murky and deep, like quicksand. There was a young man parcelled up in barbed wire, like a crown of thorns. I untangled him and carried him out. High above the earth, we sank together, to our knees. It was just another day, 1918. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 850fc12 | the city around us seemed colder than ever again, and I realised that even if it really had sensed something going on, it certainly didn't care. It moved forward again. I could feel it. I could almost hear it laugh and taste it. Close. Watching. Mocking. And it was cold, so cold, as it watched my sister bleeding at the back of our house. | close cold mocking sensed watching | Markus Zusak | |
| ccd41c1 | What good are the words? | Markus Zusak | ||
| c4179a6 | Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, an in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me. Even in the night, in bed, they woke me. They painted themselves onto the ceiling. They burned themselves onto the sheets of memory laid out in my mind. When I woke up the next day, I wrote the words down , on a torn-up piece of paper... | words writing | Markus Zusak | |
| e0b9521 | Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. Like soft silver, melting. Liesel, upon seeing those eyes, understood that Hans Hubermann was worth a lot. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 09709f1 | A veces me mata ver como muere la gente. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4cc6ed2 | One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up. | fighting standing victory | Markus Zusak | |
| d8c793c | I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. - Liesel Meminger | Markus Zusak | ||
| 58af316 | Would I always feel so small that it hurt and that even the greatest outcry roaring from my throat was, in reality, just a whimper? Would my footsteps always stop so suddenly and sink into the footpath? | fears small unheard | Markus Zusak | |
| ae26d2d | Los minutos eran crueles. Las horas mortificantes. Durante los momentos de desvelo, sobre el pendia inexorablemente la mano del tiempo, la cual no dudaba en estrujarlo. Le sonreia, lo retorcia y lo dejaba vivir. Que gran maldad puede encubrir la prolongacion de una vida. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 346e013 | The Charcoal Sky Sometimes you go to the wrong place, but the right way comes and finds you. It might make you trip over it or speak to it. Or it might come to you when a day is stripped apart by night and ask you to take its hand and forget this wrong place, this illusion where you stand. I think of this mess in my mind and the girl who walked through it to stand before me and let her voice come close. I remember brick walls. There are mom.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 2778ce7 | Me, I'm known for bruises and levelheadedness, for height and muscle and blasphemy, and the occasional sentimentality. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e892291 | She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain. | clouds rain | Markus Zusak | |
| aee1b72 | I was always reading books when I should have been doing math and the rest of it. | math reading | Markus Zusak | |
| 52fe755 | Did you learn?" The face in the corner watched the flames. "I did." There was a considerable pause. "Until I was nine. At that age, my mother sold the music studio and stopped teaching. SHe kept only the one instrument but gave up on me not long after I resisted the learning. I was foolish." "No," Papa said. "You were a boy." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4f35bdc | I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1f971c0 | For a long time, she sat and saw. She had seen her brother die with one eye open, on still in a dream. She had said goodbye to her mother and imagined her lonely wait for a train back home to oblivion. A woman of wire had laid herself down, her scream traveling the street, till it fell sideways like a rolling coin starved of momentum. A young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow. She had watched a bomber pilot die in a metal case... | death good-bye hitler memories words | Markus Zusak | |
| f6f9e29 | Surely it could not have been a dove God had chosen to speak through, since doves could not talk. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 275ca99 | So when will this society, bastardised by every debauchery of mind, body and soul, finally come to an end? | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 4b67721 | Barbatul cu multa experienta nu mai putea face deosebire intre sentimente diferite daca erau exprimate la fel.Pentru ca buze desfranate sau interesate ii soptisera aceleasi cuvinte,nu mai credea decat prea putin in candoarea celor pe care le auzea acum;mai trebuie temperate,gandea el,discursurile exagerate ascund sentimente mediocre;asa cum preaplinul sufletului se revarsa uneori in metaforele cele mai sterile,pentru ca nimeni,niciodata,nu .. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| a863888 | Coming joys, like tropical shores, throw over the immensity before them their inborn softness, an odorous wind, and we are lulled by this intoxication without a thought of the horizon that we do not even know. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 2c3e91e | But how nothingness invades us! We are scarcely born ere decay begins for us, in such a way that the whole of life is but one long combat with it, more and more triumphant, on its part, to the consummation, namely, death; and then the reign of decay is exclusive. | death decay life nothingness | Gustave Flaubert | |
| edea25b | Se conocian demasiado para gozar de aquellos embelesos de la pasion que centuplican su gozo. Ella estaba tan hastiada de el como el cansado de ella. Emma volvia a encontrar en el adulterio todas las soserias del matrimonio | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| f2b4bdb | Sometimes, in a daze, they completely dismantled the cadaver, then found themselves hard put to it to fit the pieces together again. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| dbb262b | Pellerin used to read every available book on aesthetics, in the hope of discovering the true theory of Beauty, for he was convinced that once he had found it he would be able to paint masterpieces. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 832e453 | Irony takes nothing away from pathos. | pathos | Gustave Flaubert | |
| ced2865 | Emigres: Earned their livelihood by giving guitar lessons and mixing salads. | flaubert | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 6e756d9 | I can't admit of an old boy of a God who takes walks in his garden with a cane in his hand, who lodges his friends in the belly of whales, dies uttering a cry, and rises again at the end of three days; things absurd in themselves, and completely opposed, moreover, to all physical laws, which prove to us, by the way, that priests have always wallowed in turpid ignorance, in which they would fain engulf the people with them. | homais ignorance legends myths | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 478e24c | Ella solo pedia apoyarse en algo mas solido que el amor. | Gustave Flaubert |