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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c8add54 | a tall window: five dozen inch-tall storm troopers march there, each toy man with a brown shirt and tiny red armband, some with flutes, some with drums, a few officers astride glossy black stallions. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b783768 | thirtieth of April, 1944, is a missive to Berlin. = NOTICE OF TERRORIST BROADCASTS IN COTES DU NORD WE BELIEVE SAINT-LUNAIRE OR DINARD OR SAINT-MALO | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 061a10c | Each time he returned, he looked slightly different, not merely older, but changed: a new accent, the cigarettes, three sharp knocks on the door. It was as if the city was entering his body and remaking it; he'd look at the low dark houses and wandering hens and farmers with their rope belts as if at film from another century. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 49e413f | Swifts, flushed from chimneys, catch fire and swoop like blown sparks out over the ramparts and extinguish themselves in the sea. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e425c2d | That first peach slithers down his throat like rapture. A sunrise in his mouth. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d451399 | One of his boots has lost its lace, and its tongue lolls cannibalistically. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 21d7a88 | The Sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, super-natural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite. | anthony-doerr infinite love sea supernatural the-sea | Anthony Doerr | |
| d2b8fca | The sea does not belong to tyrants." - Captain Nemo" | anthony-doerr captain-nemo sea tyrants | Anthony Doerr | |
| 372a871 | When can I go to the sea?" - Marie-Laure LeBlanc" | anthony-doerr marie-laure marie-laure-leblanc sea | Anthony Doerr | |
| 92aa271 | You came," she says when she lets them in, when he takes her face in his hands. "You came . . ." | Anthony Doerr | ||
| bf54118 | Word has it . . . the stone is from Japan, it's very ancient, it belonged to a shogun in the eleventh century." - a taxidermist" | ancient ancient-stone anthony-doerr eleventh-century japan shogun stone taxidermist | Anthony Doerr | |
| 865fa3d | Somewhere in the ruins above them, the cats are howling. | anthony-doerr cats howling ruins | Anthony Doerr | |
| 9339a89 | LeBlanc stands alone in her bedroom smelling a leaflet she cannot read. Sirens wail. She closes the shutters and relatches the window. Every second the airplanes draw closer; every second is a second lost. She should be rushing downstairs. She should | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 390f0af | He was just a boy. They all were. Even the largest of them. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5fa1cc5 | raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2683dae | Nearly every species that has ever lived has gone extinct, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 10d13fe | They look like scarecrows shipping west to be staked in some terrible garden. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| ffbc8ff | He scans the field. Trees, sky, hay. Darkness falling like velvet. Already a few pale stars. Marie-Laure breathes the measured breath of sleep. Everyone should behave as if he carries the real thing. The locksmith reties the stone inside the bag and slips it back into his rucksack. He can feel its tiny weight there, as though he has slipped it inside his own mind: a knot. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 6730d29 | extravagances unheard of a year before. Frau Elena buys a new couch upholstered in orange corduroy, and a range with burners in black rings; three new Bibles arrive from the consistory in Berlin; a laundry boiler is delivered to the back door. Werner gets new trousers; Jutta gets her own pair of shoes. Working telephones ring in the houses of neighbors. One afternoon, on the walk home from school, Werner stops outside the drugstore and pres.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 1db5888 | book not so much full of birds as full of evanescence, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| accc78c | obstacles | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c9c039f | We all go back to the mud. Until we rise again in ribbons of light. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b88ac9d | Every second, walking those two hundred meters, is like leaping into very cold water, in that first instant when the body goes into shock, and everything you are, everything you call your life, disintegrates for an instant, and all you have around you is the water and the cold, your heart trying to send splinters through a block of ice. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 6c8ade5 | A person can get up and leave her life. The world is that big. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3634894 | And then I feel the Big Sadness coming on, like there's a shiny and sharp axe blade buried inside my chest. The only way I can stay alive is to remain absolutely motionless so instead of whispering Dear God how could you do this to me, I only whisper Amen | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c28a93e | You want to know? What it's like? To prop up the dam? To keep your fingers plugged in its cracks? To feel like every single breath that passes is another betrayal, another step farther away from what you were and where you were and who you were, another step deeper into the darkness | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f89d02b | Frau Rosenbaum describes the November light in Venice, how it simultaneously hardens and softens everything. "In the evenings that light is like liquid," she sighs. "You want to drink it." | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e49b71f | I do not know so. I believe so. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e64038a | forever, but so long as he kept it, misfortunes would fall on all those he loved one after another in unending rain." "Live forever?" "But if the keeper threw the diamond into the sea, thereby delivering it to its rightful recipient, the goddess would lift the curse. So the prince, now sultan, thought for three days and three nights and finally" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8559f9d | The locusts have no king, yet all of them go out in ranks. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f3419bb | Everybody has misplaced someone, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 96e048e | I don't want to make trouble, Madame." "Isn't doing nothing a kind of troublemaking?" "Doing nothing is doing nothing." "Doing nothing is as good as collaborating." | Anthony Doerr | ||
| e26298a | She thinks: They just say words, and 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 | ||
| c1ab6e1 | The shell may be broken, and even portions of it removed, and yet after a certain lapse of time the injured parts will be repaired by a deposition of shelly matter at the fractured parts. "There's hope for me yet!" says Etienne, and laughs, and Marie-Laure is reminded that her great-uncle was not always so fearful, that he had a life before this war and before the last one too; that he was once a young man who dwelled in the world and loved.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d688852 | Don't you ever get tired of believing, Madame? Don't you ever want proof?" Madame Manec rests a hand on Marie-Laure's forehead. The thick hand that first reminded her of a gardener's or a geologist's. "You must never stop believing. That's the most important thing." | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2d3dee8 | I'm not your mama," hisses Werner. "Come on, now." Frederick's expression is entirely without artifice. Somewhere in the kitchen, the maid is listening. There is no other sound, not of traffic or airplanes or trains or radios or the specter of Frau Schwartzenberger rattling the cage of the elevator. No chanting no singing no silk banners no bands no trumpets no mother no father no slick-fingered commandant dragging a finger across his back... | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 5208e18 | Marie-Laure taps on her door, waits a hundred heartbeats. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 8e2686d | Disgrace is not to fall but to lie. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| db7572e | Someone touches his shoulder. He has to brace himself against the sloping wall to avoid falling over. Marie-Laure stands behind him in her nightdress. The violins spiral down, then back up. Etienne takes Marie-Laure's hand and together, beneath the low, sloping roof--the record spinning, the transmitter sending it over the ramparts, right through the bodies of the Germans and out to sea--they dance. He spins her; her fingers flicker through.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0d41308 | I don't believe Fermat had a proof. I think he fooled himself into thinking he had a proof. | Andrew Wiles | ||
| 1df2346 | Everything has led to this: the death of his father; all those restless hours with Jutta listening to the crystal radio in the attic; Hans and Herribert wearing their red armbands under their shirts so Frau Elena would not see; four hundred dark, glittering nights at Schulpforta building transceivers for Dr. Hauptmann. The destruction of Frederick. Everything leading to this moment as Werner piles the haphazard Cossack equipment into the sh.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0e899ff | Over Volkheimer's shoulder, through the cracked rear window of the truck shell, Werner watches a red-haired child in a velvet cape float six feet above the road. She passes through trees and road signs, veers around curves; she is as inescapable as a moon. Werner curls beneath the bench in the back and does not move for hours, bundled in a blanket, refusing tea, tinned meat, while the floating child pursues him through the countryside. Dea.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 691f71b | and dream herself into the mind of the great marine biologist Aronnax, both guest of honor and prisoner on Captain Nemo's great machine of curiosity, free of nations and politics, cruising through the kaleidoscopic wonders of the sea. Oh, to be free! To lie once more in the Jardin des Plantes with Papa. To feel his hands on hers, to hear the petals of the tulips tremble in the wind. He made her the glowing hot center of his life; he made he.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| cdb68fd | 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, stems. Because plants eat light, in much the way we eat food. But then the plant died and fell, probably into water, and decayed into peat, and the peat was folded inside the earth for years upon years--eons in which something like a month or a decad.. | Anthony Doerr |