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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 03faa30 | this is a double cruelty: that everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| a6c13c3 | Inside each airplane, a bombardier peers through an aiming window and counts to twenty. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c9894be | electrons, the signal chain like a path through a crowded city, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d3c949b | We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 595fc59 | Nine herons stand like flowers in the canal beside the coking plant. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8f32b97 | Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth. Etienne | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b685b91 | open your eyes, concludes the man, and see what you can with them before they close forever. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9335c63 | Your problem, Werner, is that you still believe you own your life. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5a62d8b | Werner can feel the fever flickering inside him, a stove with | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2a271b4 | There's always been a sliver of panic in him, deeply buried, when it comes to his daughter. A fear that he is no good as a father, that he is doing everything wrong. That he never quite understood the rules. 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 knowledg.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 72ad94a | There, thinks Werner when he finds it again, there: a feeling like shutting your eyes and feeling your way down a mile-long thread until your fingernails find the tiny lump of a knot. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e48c027 | chicken eggs sell for two million reichsmarks apiece, and rheumatic fever stalks Children's House like a wolf. There is no butter or meat. Fruit is a memory. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 6b00323 | chitons. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 76f919a | The echoes of his footfalls ricochet off tall houses and rain back onto them, and he labors beneath her weight, and she is old enough to suspect that what he presents as quaint and welcoming might in truth be harrowing and strange. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2aef854 | and at the Napola school at Schulpforta, one hundred and nineteen twelve- and thirteen-year-olds wait in a queue behind a truck to be handed thirty-pound antitank land mines, boys who, in almost exactly one year, marooned amid the Russian advance, the entire school cut off like an island, will be given a box of the Reich's last bitter chocolate and Wehrmacht helmets salvaged from dead soldiers, and then this final harvest of the nation's yo.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 516aa11 | only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 37b6c41 | Smoke: her great-uncle says it is a suspension of particles, billions of drifting carbon molecules. Bits of living rooms, cafes, trees. People. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| ae8be60 | lunatics | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 433c6e6 | The murex Dr. Geffard keeps on his desk can entertain her for a half hour, the hollow spines, the ridged whorls, the deep entrance; it's a forest of spikes and caves and textures; it's a kingdom. Her | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 27b8d45 | She takes no notice of him; she seems to know nothing but the morning. | knowing light morning notice | Anthony Doerr | |
| 2af9683 | Clair de Lune," a song that makes her think of leaves fluttering, and of the hard ribbons of sand beneath her feet at low tide. The music slinks and rises and settles back to earth," | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2af70fc | It is the obliviousness of our children that saves us. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d9623a1 | 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 | ||
| 32f17d7 | The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, supernatural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| a598ff7 | gadrooned | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 924027e | mistakes, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 1f0b18b | All of it burning. Every memory he ever made. Above Fort National, the dawn becomes deeply, murderously clear. The Milky Way a fading river. He looks across to the fires. He thinks: The universe is full of fuel. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3b90645 | else. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e1d572d | You know the greatest lesson of history? It's that history is whatever the victors say it is...Whoever wins, that's who decides the history. | lesson | Anthony Doerr | |
| fdc4957 | 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. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8db1536 | Only through the hottest fires, whispers the radio, can purification be achieved. Only through the harshest tests can God's chosen rise. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7751e5d | what are words but sounds these men shape out of breath, weightless vapors they send into the air of the kitchen to dissipate and die. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| caa7db9 | There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| df25870 | Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e478787 | every timidity eventually turns into regret. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0d70b01 | Audubon, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| ee48a36 | walls, the upturned cars, the barking dogs, the | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9f0a5d8 | But she is angry. At Etienne for doing so little, at Madame Manec for doing so much, at her father for not being here to help her understand his absence. At her eyes for failing her. At everything and everyone. Who knew love could kill you? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 33438ff | We are all just tenants here. Even the one thing we believe is ours--the time we're given on earth--does that belong to us? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| fc06396 | What treasures they left behind! A gorgeous set of yellow topaz crystals on a gray matrix. A great pink hunk of beryl like a crystallized brain. A violet column of tourmaline from Madagascar that looks so rich he cannot resist the urge to stroke it. Bournonite; apatite on muscovite; natural zircon in a spray of colors; dozens more minerals he cannot name. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3f212d3 | crowning the ramparts, drawing an uneven star shape around the entire model. She finds the opening atop the walls where four ceremonial cannons point to | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7c9d661 | emerveillement. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 971b6ec | We live in exceptional times. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 41a3c25 | His mother the Ice Queen. The only thing he still had of hers was a book: Snow Crystals, by W. A. Bentley. Inside were thousands of carefully prepared micrographs of snowflakes, each image reproduced in a two-inch square, the crystals white against a field of black, arrayed in a grid, four-by-three, twelve per page. | Anthony Doerr |