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| 10825ca | will all surge in the same direction at the same pace toward the same cause. You will forgo comforts; you will live by duty alone. You will eat country and breathe nation. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 18f2c9a | You will strip away your weakness, your cowardice, your hesitation. You will become like a waterfall, a volley of bullets--you will all surge in the same direction at the same pace toward the same cause. You will forgo comforts; you will live by duty alone. You will eat country and breathe nation. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2b98459 | Bastian speaks to a horror of any sort of corruption, and yet, Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn't life a kind of corruption? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5b6301a | Werner looks at the blue of the walls and thinks of Birds of America, yellow-crowned heron, Kentucky warbler, scarlet tanager, bird after glorious bird, and Frederick's gaze remains stuck in some terrible middle ground, each eye a stagnant pool into which Werner cannot bear to look. Relapse In late June 1942, for the first time since her fever, Madame Manec is not in the kitchen when Marie-Laure wakes. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9ba40f6 | Rainwater purls from cloud to roof to eave. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c9f4e5e | Then she thinks: There could be food in those packs. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f065ff6 | Calm, weary voices directing fire. The same sort of voice God uses, perhaps, when He calls souls to Him. This way, please. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| cab9f45 | Ele tinha uma presenca tao apagada. Era como estar em uma sala com uma pena. Mas a alma dele brilhava com uma bondade fundamental... | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 238a6f1 | To enter a world of shadows is to leave this world for another. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5712183 | weaker moments, he | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d5b4047 | Volkheimer is gone; there are stories that he has become a fearsome sergeant in the Wehrmacht. That he led a platoon into the last town on the road to Moscow. Hacked off the fingers of dead Russians and smoked them in a pipe. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5fccda6 | lambs and rabbits; Claude buckles the meat into | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e5bd3d8 | Nothing will be healed in this kitchen. Some griefs can never be put right. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 33efbc4 | Memory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitrary. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7a28b89 | Membership in the State Youth becomes mandatory. The boys in Werner's Kameradschaften are taught parade maneuvers and quizzed on fitness standards and required to run sixty meters in twelve seconds. Everything is glory and country and competition and sacrifice. Live faithfully, the boys sing as they troop past the edges of the colony. Fight bravely and die laughing. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 993c519 | 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 out through the other side, the air .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 342acd8 | choice. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 4326d10 | One section of the old city, tucked against the western walls, becomes a firestorm in which the spires of flames, at their highest, reach three hundred feet. The appetite for oxygen is such that objects heavier than housecats are dragged into the flames. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 35a0d11 | Diamant't, napomnia si kliuchariat, e samo k's v'glerod, prestoial tsiala vechnost pod ogromnoto naliagane v nedrata na Zemiata i e izkhv'rlen na pov'rkhnostta prez niakoi kominot lava. Niakoi go izravia, drug go shlifova. I e tolkova svr'khestestven, kolkoto i edno listo...ogledalo...ili nechii zhivot. V tozi sviat ima samo shans, shans i zakoni na fizikata. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| aee2832 | Triabva li prosto da v'rvish sled stadoto kato ovtsa? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b6b2538 | Ne l'zhi, Verner. Zal'gvai se, no ne me l'zhi | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 29d8f97 | Entropiia e stepenta na bezporiad'k v edna sistema, gospodin doktore... Khauptman pishe na chernata d'ska, kursantite go prepisvat v tetradkite si: "Entropiiata v edna zatvorena sistema nikoga ne namaliava. Vsiako razvitie e obrecheno na upad'k - po uslovie!" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2f3cfe8 | Frau Elena paces the parlor, her slippers whispering left, whispering right. Coal cars grind past in the wet dark. Machinery hums in the distance: pistons throbbing, belts turning. Smoothly. Madly. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d419321 | All twelve children sit riveted. In the play, the invaders pose as hook-nosed department-store owners, crooked jewelers, dishonorable bankers; they sell glittering trash; they drive established village businessmen out of work. Soon they plot to murder German children in their beds. Eventually a vigilant and humble neighbor catches on. Police are called: big handsome-sounding policemen with splendid voices. They break down the doors. They dr.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8f9ff45 | It's surely nonsense, yet something hangs inside it, some truth he does not want to allow himself | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 601ecb6 | A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe." The children lean forward. "And then?" "Behind the thirteenth door"--the guide flourishes one of his impossibly wrinkled hands--"is the Sea of Flames." Puzzlement. Fidgeting. "Come now. You've never heard of the Sea of Flames?" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 28b94a5 | single candle. He slides the jack under | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c840de6 | escutcheons. | Anthony Doerr | ||
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| dd1a8b5 | himmelblau, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3e3eb55 | billfold. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 62ef904 | There has 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 knowle.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7d470b3 | A diamond is never entirely free of inclusions. A real diamond is never perfect. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 6db2835 | When he turns to go, the perfumer's | Anthony Doerr | ||
| cd11da1 | maybe her father is right: Earth is all magma and continental crust and ocean. Gravity and time. Stones are just stones and rain is just rain and misfortune is just bad luck. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9485b2c | Consider a single piece glowing in your family's stove. See it, children? That chunk of coal was once a green plant, a fern or reed that lived one million years ago, or maybe two million, or maybe one hundred million . . . | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 33ed508 | before you eat, drink as much water as you can, and you will feel full more quickly. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9da0b73 | And what we represent is an ordering to that chaos. Even down to the genes. We are ordering the evolution of | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7ee3b02 | We are a volley of bullets, we are cannonballs. We are the tip of the sword. | cannonballs sword tip volley | Anthony Doerr | |
| 2b46ccd | Debussy's 'Clair de Lune.' | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 7d2b476 | closes one cup of the headphones over an ear. He nods. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 17ad9dd | Is it right," Jutta says, "to do something only because everyone else is doing it?" Doubts:" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9dae0c4 | Open your eyes before they close forever | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f9edfe8 | There must be some definite cause why, whenever snow begins to fall, its initial formation invariably displays the shape of a six-cornered starlet. For if it happens by chance, why do they not fall just as well with five corners or with seven? . . . Who carved the nucleus, before it fell, into six horns of ice? --From "On the Six-Cornered Snowflake," by Johannes Kepler, 1610" | Anthony Doerr |