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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d252509 | The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7a3b351 | A corner of the night sky, beyond a wall of trees, blooms red. In the lurid, flickering light, he sees that the airplane was not alone, that the sky teems with them, a dozen swooping back and forth, racing in all directions, and in a moment of disorientation, he feels that he's looking not up but down, as though a spotlight has been shined into a wedge of bloodshot water, and the sky has become the sea, and the airplanes are hungry fish, ha.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d3cea85 | He blinks; he has to swallow back tears. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| af42d25 | thumb. Marie-Laure's father is principal locksmith for the National Museum of Natural History. Between the laboratories, warehouses, four separate public museums, the menagerie, the greenhouses, the acres of medicinal and decorative gardens in the Jardin des Plantes, and a dozen gates and pavilions, her father estimates there are twelve thousand locks in the entire museum complex. No one else knows enough to disagree. All morning he stands .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7db8f45 | To be a parent and take an occasional day off from being a parent is a special kind of joy--a lightening, a sweetness made sweeter by its impermanence. We buy tickets, find our seats. The | Anthony Doerr | ||
| dbccedb | whispers Neumann One. His right thigh jogs up and down | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 433c237 | The Americans fished on, not hoping for much anymore, perhaps for a miracle, searching for small things to be happy about, because they were Americans and this was what their upbringings had taught them to do. They found a brief happiness, for example, in the potato chips that came to their rooms on expensive china and in the genuinely hopeful way the hotel girl asked if they'd had any luck. They took pleasure in their morning calls to the .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 84eed1c | Dlia takikh liudei vremia - khudaia bochka, iz kotoroi medlenno-medlenno sochitsia voda. A na samom dele ono - siiaiushchee ozertso u tebia v ladoniakh. Nuzhno potratit' sily, chtoby ego sberech', chtoby ne prolit' ni edinoi kapli. | Doerr Anthony | ||
| 3db8ce6 | Her fingers walk the tightropes of sentences; | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 059f073 | Before that, before it was ever a hotel at all, five full centuries ago, it was the home of a wealthy privateer who gave up raiding ships to study bees in the pastures outside Saint-Malo, scribbling in notebooks and eating honey straight from combs. The crests above the door lintels still have bumblebees carved into the oak; the ivy-covered fountain in the courtyard is shaped like a hive. Werner's favorites are five faded frescoes on the ce.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 22d1402 | We are Malouins first, say the people of Saint-Malo. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7995fca | Several do math on their fingers. Then they raise their hands as one. "Can we see it?" "No." "Not even open the first door?" "No." "Have you seen it?" "I have not." "So how do you know it's really there?" "You have to believe the story." "How much is it worth, Monsieur? Could" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| cfbb048 | speed, to hear their skates clapping along, then | Anthony Doerr | ||
| df72547 | Four years of occupation, and the roar of oncoming bombers is the roar of what? Deliverance? Extirpation? The clack-clack of small-arms fire. The gravelly snare drums of flak. A dozen pigeons roosting on the cathedral spire cataract down its length and wheel out over the sea. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 86e3604 | So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light? Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 93bc801 | Malouins send up oaths: Lord God safeguard this | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0099919 | they stand. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8ecef12 | The eggs taste like clouds. Like spun gold. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0453cd3 | Quem sabia que o amor poderia matar? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 40ae399 | There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater think. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c79ccf2 | Even the heart, which in higher animals, when agitated, pulsates with increased energy, in the snail under similar excitement, throbs with a slower motion. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b4b5365 | Open your eyes, concluded the man, and see what you can with them before they close forever | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9fd89cf | straining insects above a roadside ditch. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| bf07ccf | That something so small could be so beautiful. Worth so much. Only strongest people can turn away from feelings like that. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 6427fdf | Open your eyes, concludes the man, and see what you can with them before they close forever | J.T. Salrich | ||
| fcaa883 | Life: it's happening beyond the mills, beyond the gates. Out there people chase questions of great importance. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 04f4571 | When the wind is blowing, which it almost always is, with the walls groaning and the shutters banging, the rooms overloaded and the staircase wound tightly up through its center, the house seems the material equivalent of her uncle's inner being: apprehensive, isolated, but full of cobwebby wonders. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7cf03b0 | The war drops its question mark. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 133c41a | light of the moon?" She almost smiles. We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs the brain the heart. Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 18c85e8 | 1944 | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7cfa6fc | To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness. Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon in shoals through the air. Marie-Laure can sit in an attic high | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8b8dd0e | Werner turns the fine-tune dial fractionally, and abruptly the voice booms into his ears, Dvee-nat-set, shayst-nat-set, davt-set-adeen, nonsense, terrible nonsense, pipelined directly into his head; it's like reaching into a sack full of cotton and finding a razor blade inside, everything constant and undeviating and then that one dangerous thing, so sharp you can hardly feel it open your skin. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 80319c3 | Marie-Laure says, "I heard that the diamond is like a piece of light from the original world. Before it fell. A piece of light rained to earth from God." | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e3cb664 | Every hour, she thinks, someone for whom the war was memory falls out of the world. We | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e108b83 | Every outcome has its cause, and every predicament has its solution. Every lock its key. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 394d73a | smoking in the cold and frost-dusted vineyards: | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 79f4b61 | But what Marie-Laure remembered, standing at the rail as it whistled past, was her father saying that Foucault's pendulum would never stop. It would keep swinging, she understood, after she and her father left the Pantheon, after she had fallen asleep that night. After she had forgotten about it, and lived her entire life, and died. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 39717ce | Marie-Laure lee a Julio Verne en la conserjeria, en el bano, en los corredores. Lee en los bancos que hay en la galeria central y en cualquiera de los cientos de senderos de grava que hay en los ajrdines. Lee tantas veces la primera parte de Veinte mil leguas de viaje submarino qu epracticamente se la acaba sabiendo de memoria | reading | Anthony Doerr | |
| d5b8b35 | A una chica la han echado hoy de la piscina. A inge Hachmann. Nos han dicho que no podemos nadar con mestizas, que es poco higienico. Una mestiza, Werner. ?No somos nosotro stamiben mestizos? ?La mitad de nuestra madre y la otra mitad de nuestro padre? | mixed nazism | Anthony Doerr | |
| ed66f49 | Sabes cual es la leccion mas importante d ela historia? Que solo la escriben los vencedores. Esa es la leccion. El que decide el rumbo de la historia es el que gana. | historia history war | Anthony Doerr | |
| ab28a43 | reading again: Who could possibly calculate the minimum time required for us to get out? Might we not be asphyxiated before the Nautilus could surface? Was it destined to perish in this tomb of ice along with all those on board? The situation seemed terrible. But everyone faced it squarely and decided to do their duty to the end . . . Werner listens. The crew chops through the icebergs that have trapped their submarine; it cruises | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c292695 | Don't you miss the world?" He is quiet; so is she. Both ride spirals of memory. "I have the whole world right here," he says, and taps the cover of Darwin, "And in my radios. Right at my fingertips." Her uncle seems almost a child, monastic in the modesty of his needs and wholly independent of any sort of temporal obligations. And yet she can tell he is visited by fears so immense, so multiple, that she can almost feel the terror pulsing i.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 26a3eba | and he laughs a pure, contagious laugh, one she will try to remember all her life, father and daughter turning in circles on the sidewalk in front of their apartment house, laughing together while snow sifts through the branches above. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 227859a | If there are fireflies this summer, they do not come down the rue Vauborel. Now it seems there are only shadows and silence. Silence is the fruit of the occupation; it hangs in branches, seeps from gutters. ... So many windows are dark. It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language, the houses great shelves of illegible volumes, the lamps all extinguished. | Anthony Doerr |