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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| eb45997 | Learning happens on backless benches, at wooden tables grooved by the boredom of countless boys before them -- squires, monks, conscripts, cadets. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3a98f96 | There is pride, too, though--pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. 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. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| af6d034 | commadant's | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0955dd8 | would | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 15bcd44 | Men cluster to me like moths around a flame, and if their wings burn, I know I'm not to blame. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0cb38be | her shoes. The world seems to sway gently back and forth, as though the town is drifting lightly away. As though back onshore, all of France is left to bite its fingernails and flee and stumble and weep and wake to a numb, gray dawn, unable to believe what is happening. Who do the roads | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 427a663 | She has no memories of her mother but imagines her as white, a soundless brilliance. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 047551a | 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. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| a4da284 | un complejo de minas de carbon de mil seiscientas hectareas a las afueras de Essen, Alemania. Es | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5ab323a | praxis | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c5ef926 | time of World War II. The narration, | BookMarked | ||
| e8a4c7c | 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 | ||
| 72d309c | Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn't life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in upon it. Taking things from it, stuffing things into it. Each bite of food, each particle of light entering the eye--the body can never be pure. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| cce643a | disintegrated. Does | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f969860 | below shows itself very clearly for a moment, and | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5f23db2 | 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. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0b21d1b | then he enthuses about coal. 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. Can you imagine one hundred million years? Every summer for the whole life of that plant, its leaves caught what light they could and transformed the sun's energy into itself. Into bark, twigs, ste.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 201621d | thousand | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f62eac9 | Nine are killed instantly. One of them still clutching the hand of bridge he was playing when the shell struck. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b2b4582 | Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. The Blade and the Whelk The Hotel-Dieu dining room is big and somber and full of people talking about U-boats off Gibraltar and the inequities of currency exchange and four-stroke marine diesel engines. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5b182a0 | who stood by as the consequences | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 91a0b3d | Open your eyes and see what you can before they close forever. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 618e871 | have been friends. A reality more pleasant than | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 22508ab | The mind craves ease; it encourages the senses to recognize symbols, to gloss. It makes maps of our kitchen drawers and neighborhood streets; it fashions a sort of algebra out of life. And this is useful, even essential - X is the route to work, Y is the heft and feel of a nickel between your fingers. Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We'd pass out every time we saw - actually - a flower...'Habitualization,' a Russ.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f9513b0 | Gulls pass, braying like donkeys, and in the distance the guns thud again, and the rattling of the truck fades, and Marie-Laure tries to concentrate on rereading a chapter earlier in the novel: make the raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 12be04d | I spend ten entire minutes trying to open a plastic package of Weeble-wobbles...,my fingers raw, the three little Weebles obstinate in their PVC clamshells. I can't help but wonder, as I saw with a bread knife at the seam of the package, about technology and the sprint that is a modern life. Is progress really a curve that sweeps perpetually higher? Wasn't packaging (or toymaking or cobbling or winemaking or milk or cheese or cement, for th.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 1f88c31 | And doesn't a writer do the same thing? Isn't she knitting together scraps of dreams? She hunts down the most vivid details and links them in sequences that will let a reader see, smell, and hear a world that seems complete in itself; she builds a stage set and painstakingly hides all the struts and wires and nail holes, then stands back and hopes whoever might come to see it will believe....A journal entry is for a its writer; it helps its.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8f9ae15 | Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 779f40e | Neumann One, if he were not scheduled to die ten weeks from now in the Allied invasion of Normandy, might have become a barber later in life, who would have a smelled of talc and whiskey and put his index finger into men's ears to position their heads, whose pants and shirts always would have been covered with clipped hairs, who, in his shop, would have taped postcards of the Alps around the circumference of a big cheap wavery miirror, who .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 22f38b8 | Why do we have to sleep in this little bedroom?" "I'm sure we could clean out a downstairs room if you'd like." "What about the room across the" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 17e4d2b | Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn't life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in upon it. Taking things from it, stuffing things into it. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 1637715 | Frederick said we don't have choices, don't own our lives, but in the end it was Werner who pretended there were no choices, Werner who watched Frederick dump the pail of water at his feet--I will not-- Werner who stood by as the consequences came raining down. Werner who watched Volkheimer wade into house after house, the same ravening nightmare recurring over and over and over. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 34c7c96 | yourself to sleep at night. Bleed your weasel. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2d2ac81 | 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 | ||
| c09cfbe | Tre ragazzi passano ridendo e Max li guarda con intensita. Su un muro butterato e chiazzato di licheni e fissata una piccola lapide di pietra. <>Ici a ete tue Buy Gaston Marcel age de 18 ans, mort pour la France le 11 aout 1944. Jutta si siede per terra. Il mare e gonfio, grigio d'ardesia. Non ci sono lapidi per i tedeschi morti qui. | war | Anthony Doerr | |
| 0c16901 | Bohyne dejin shlizi na zemi. Jedine skrze ten nejzhavejsi ohen je mozno dosahnout ocisteni. Vidi les umirajicich slunecnic. | válka | Anthony Doerr | |
| 3f8bb82 | Breitenau." The first policeman" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f476a7c | L'esistenza di ognuno di noi comincia con un'unica cellula, piu piccola di un granello di polvere. Molto piu piccola. Suddividiti. Moltiplicati. Somma e sottrai. La materia cambia padrone, gli atomi affluiscono e defluiscono, le molecole ruotano, le proteine si legano, i mitocondri emanano i loro decreti di ossidazione; in principio erano microscopici sciami elettrici. I polmoni il cervello il cuore. Quaranta settimane dopo, seimila miliard.. | nascita vita | Anthony Doerr | |
| 712f371 | fuhrer himself on an altar a half mile away, spotlights illuminating pillars behind him, the atmosphere oversaturated with meaning and anger and righteousness, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d065087 | men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b3dccc9 | You have to trust someone sometime." "If your same blood doesn't run in the arms and legs of the person you're next to, you can't trust anything. And even then." | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 98d9d65 | tanks and trucks over the same roads, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 78732ac | He thinks of the old broken miners he'd see in Zollverein, sitting in chairs or on crates, not moving for hours, waiting to die. To men like that time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3b1c1df | There was our old life, in the apartment, in which we had time to finish most of the tasks we started and took long showers and remembered to water our plants. And there was our new life, in the hospital a mile away, in which Shauna needed morphine and two babies needed to eat every three hours around the clock...I remember thinking, we're going to have to figure out how to combine our old life with our new life...Over a year later, we stil.. | Anthony Doerr |