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| 1c47848 | For a split second, the space around Werner tears in half, as though the last molecules of oxygen have been ripped out of it. Then shards of stone and wood and metal streak past, ringing against his helmet, sizzling into the wall behind them, and Volkheimer's barricade collapses, and everywhere in the darkness, things scuttle and slide, and he cannot find any air to breathe. But the detonation creates some tectonic shift in the building's r.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| a0f99e3 | Iz zatianutykh pautinoi dnei v voskresnoi shkole zvuchat vetkhozavetnye slova: <>. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 07f095f | Mari-Lora uzhe nichego v svoei zhizni ne uvidit. Samye znakomye mesta - ikh s papoi chetyrekhkomnatnaia kvartira, skverik v kontse ulitsy - prevratilis' v opasnye labirinty. Shkafy ne tam, gde dumaesh'. Unitaz - bezdonnaia iama. Stakan s vodoi to slishkom blizko, to slishkom daleko, pal'tsy slishkom bol'shie, vsegda slishkom bol'shie. Chto takoe slepota? Tam, gde dolzhna byt' stena, ruki provalivaiutsia v pustotu. Tam, gde dolzhna byt' pust.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 4e38148 | vozdukh - biblioteka i patefonnaia plastinka vsiakoi prozhitoi zhizni, vsiakoi prozvuchavshei frazy, i v nem po-prezhnemu otdaiutsia vse kogda-libo skazannye slova. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 55d3fb7 | purposefully in twos and threes into the streets: | Anthony Doerr | ||
| cca60c6 | A portrait of the fuhrer glowers over every classroom. Learning happens on backless benches, at wooden tables grooved by the boredom of countless boys before them--squires, monks, conscripts, cadets. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 87cac33 | Chrysoberyl. Among them twinkle hundreds upon | Anthony Doerr | ||
| a78deda | To really touch something, is to love it. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 32de492 | fashion spears, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| cbf70eb | A single bed with blood in it. Blood on the pillow and on the sheets and even on the enameled metal of the bed frame. Pink rags in a basin. Half-unrolled bandage on the floor. The nurse bustles over and grimaces at Werner. Outside of the kitchens, she is the only woman at the school. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 33a9328 | At night she'd close her eyes and imagine: over a hundred million billion insects hatching and dying every year--all those bristling, pointed, winged lifetimes: murderers and egg raiders, cooperators and queens. There were the glamorous dragonflies and fearsome widows; slave-holding ants; migrating monarchs; the delicate mantid chewing down her lover; dragonflies making love at thirty miles an hour--all the flagships of entomology. But | Anthony Doerr | ||
| dbdc411 | At night she runs her fingertips over her father's model: the bell tower, the display windows. She imagines Jules Verne's characters walking along the streets, chatting in shops; a half-inch-tall baker slides speck-sized loaves in and out of his ovens; three minuscule burglars hatch plans as they drive slowly past the jeweler's; little grumbling cars throng the rue de Mirbel, wipers sliding back and forth. Behind a fourth-floor window on th.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 6d33898 | It strikes Werner just then as wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colourful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world - what pretensions humans have! Why bother to make music when the silence and wind are so much larger? Why light lamps when the darkness will inevitably snuff them? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 31f769a | So really, children, mathematically, all the light is invisible | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d62c2bf | I am only alive because I have not died. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3b414b4 | It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel. Say | Anthony Doerr | ||
| bbc836d | Why doesn't the wind move the light? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 4704446 | I hear they give out poisoned chocolate. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b53e8b7 | He is about to hand the earphone to Jutta when--clear and unblemished, about halfway down the coil--he hears the quick, drastic strikes of a bow dashing across the strings of a violin. He tries to hold the pin perfectly still. A second violin joins the first. Jutta drags herself closer; she watches her brother with outsize eyes. A piano chases the violins. Then woodwinds. The strings sprint, woodwinds fluttering behind. More instruments joi.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| eb8064f | Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever. Her | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d7a12ec | What the war did to the dreamers. | war | Anthony Doerr | |
| 71c61af | los | Anthony Doerr | ||
| cba5b2e | land mines explode in front | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f7390d5 | I always thought, or imagined, that there were these invisible lines trembling in our wake, outlining our trajectories through life, throbbing with electric energy. Lines that sometimes cross one other, or follow in parallel ellipses without ever touching, or meet up for one brief moment and then part. A universe of lines crisscrossing in the void. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8e464ed | Do we choose who we love? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 4900d00 | Sogno alberi che gelavano, che esplodevano nella notte; sogno lupi al galoppo lungo un crinale e labirinti in miniatura sotto la neve. Forse, penso in seguito, erano in realta i sogni degli insetti, che percorrevano l'aria gelida tra lui e loro lungo fili invisibili. Forse erano li da sempre e solo ora riusciva a sintonizzarcisi, come se si trovasse ancora sulla spiaggia e vagasse tra le frequenze con la radiolina a onde corte. I sogni da l.. | insect-quotes insetti italian-quotes sogni | Anthony Doerr | |
| 075b52d | All those Parisian mothers pushing buggies through the Jardin des Plantes or holding up cardigans in department stores--it seemed to him that those women nodded to each other as they passed, as though each possessed some secret knowledge that he did not. How do you ever know for certain that you are doing the right thing? There is pride, too, though--pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is th.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 85143ba | There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day toward success or failure. But no curses. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7186d9c | Firelit rooms lined with books - these are the places in which important things happen. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e6d320c | Even the poorest pit houses usually possess a state-sponsored Volkempfanger VE301, a mass-produced radio stamped with an eagle and a swastika, incapable of shortwave, marked only for German frequencies. Radio: it ties a million ears to a single mouth. Out of loudspeakers all around Zollverein, the staccato voice of the Reich grows like some imperturbable tree; its subjects lean toward its branches as if toward the lips of God. | history nazi-germany | Anthony Doerr | |
| 5c42e02 | When Werner wakes, it's well past dawn. His head aches and his eyeballs feel heavy. Frederick is already dressed, wearing trousers, an ironed shirt, and a necktie, kneeling against the window with his nose against the glass. "Gray wagtail." He points. Werner looks past him into the naked lindens. "Doesn't look like much, does he?" murmurs Frederick. "Hardly a couple of ounces of feathers and bones. But that bird can fly to Africa and back. .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 93f5f84 | Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. He | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 6c36ebb | Lish' kusok kamennoi kladki otdeliaet Mari-Loru ot kraia Bretani, samogo dal'nego podokonnika Frantsii. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| bbe652c | Mal'chiki vkhodiat v polutemnyi vestibiul'. Pered nimi dvustvorchataia dver'. Frederik nazhimaet knopku, vysoko vnutri doma chto-to liazgaet, i Verner shepchet: - U vas est' lift? Frederik ulybaetsia. Lift s grokhotom polzet vniz i ostanavlivaetsia. Frederik tolkaet dereviannye dveri, mal'chiki vkhodiat. Verner zacharovanno nabliudaet, kak mimo proplyvaet etazh. Kogda kabina ostanavlivaetsia, on sprashivaet: - A mozhno poekhat' eshche raz? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| bde916f | 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 | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8c3666e | family? Surely more than genes, eye color, flesh. Family was story: truth and struggle and retribution. Family was time. At the other end of the continent Felix was lying in a hospital bed, asleep, surrounded by kin--Soma and the boys, the ghosts of the Chileans he had known, the disappeared, the still-here. Winkler had a single memory of an infant girl at a window. Faces in a dream, phantoms in the periphery. If he had learned anything it .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7a8dd2a | And is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths? That her father and Etienne and Madame Manec and the German boy named Werner Pfennig might harry the sky in flocks, like egrets, like terns, like starlings? That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough? They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lungs, and pass ou.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d37307a | It seems to Werner that in the space between whatever has happened already and whatever is to come hovers an invisible borderland, the known on one side and the unknown on the other. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 14c4690 | Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8953c93 | The brain is locked in total darkness, of course, children, says the voice. It floats in a clear liquid inside the skull, never in the light. And yet the world it constructs in the mind is full of light. It brims with color and movement. So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light? The | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 03dafa2 | the voice seems to echo in the architecture of his head | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e089351 | she opens her bedroom window and listens to the evening as it settles over the balconies and chimneys, languid and peaceful | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5b6248e | the right thing? There is pride, too, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 747a96e | Cada minuto que passa e um minuto a menos nesta casa. Nesta vida. | Anthony Doerr |