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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a7c8594 | The way she tucks her ankles up against her bottom. The way her fingers flutter through the space around her. Each a thing he hopes never to forget. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 1cf5073 | Could he, by some miracle, keep this going? Could they hide here until the war ends? Until the armies finish marching back and forth above their heads, until all they have to do is push open the door and shift some stones aside and the house has become a ruin beside the sea? Until he can hold her fingers in his palms and lead her out into the sunshine? He would walk anywhere to make it happen, bear anything; in a year or three years or ten,.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 89d2be1 | He takes her hand to help her over the piles. No shells fall and no rifles crack and the light is soft and shot through with ash. Jutta, he thinks, I finally listened. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b1db8da | Her voice like a bright, clear window of sky. Her face a field of freckles. He thinks: I don't want to let you go. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 123146a | She turns her face toward his, and though she cannot see him, he feels he cannot bear her gaze. "Won't you come with me?" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| dee5ba1 | smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs the brain the heart. Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother's birth canal and we howl. Then the world starts in on us. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| a2dd2c3 | Something other than ghosts on which his mind can fix. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 06c5357 | That winter arrived immediately, all at once -- you could watch it come. Twin curtains of white appeared in the north, white all the way to the sky, driving south like the end of all things. They drove the wind before them and it ran like wolves, like floodwater through a cracked dyke. Cattle galloped the fencelines, bawling. Trees toppled; a barn roof tumbled over the highway. The river changed directions. The wind flung thrushes screaming.. | seasons winter | Anthony Doerr | |
| 5bca57d | and the post office, where he waits in interminable | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 109588f | At the fairgrounds we saw them in the parking lot inhaling the effluvium of carnival, the smells of fried dough, caramel and cinnamon, the flap-flapping of tents, a carousel plinking out music-box songs, voluptuous sounds bouncing down tent ropes and along the trampled dust of the midway. Wind-curled handbills staple-gunned to telephone poles, the hum of gas-powered generators and the gyro truck, the lemonade truck, pretzels and popcorn, ba.. | fairs food senses | Anthony Doerr | |
| 945e2bf | 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. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 94a525a | Fermat was my childhood passion. | Andrew Wiles | ||
| 294d14e | However impenetrable it seems, if you don't try it, then you can never do it. | Andrew Wiles | ||
| 7ae20e6 | Death can seem so final, like a blade dropped through the neck. But the nature of death is not at all final. It is not some dark cliff off which we leap. I hope to show you it is merely a fog, something we can peer into and out of, something we can know and face and not necessarily fear. By each life taken from our collective lives we are diminished. But even in death we have much to celebrate. It is only a transition, like so many others. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d012743 | It strikes Werner just then as wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful 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? When Russian prisoners are chained by threes and fours to fences .. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b28e9d9 | Out in the forsaken city, every other structure, it seems, is burning or collapsing, but here in front of him is the inverse in miniature: the city remains, but the house he occupies is gone. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9acae8b | But then, right at 2300 hours, Werner sees it, hardly one block from where they parked the Opel: an antenna sliding up alongside a chimney. Not much wider than a broomstick. It rises perhaps twelve meters and then unfolds as if by magic into a simple T. A high house on the edge of the sea. A spectacularly good location from which to broadcast. From street level, the antenna is all but invisible. He hears Jutta's voice: I bet he does these b.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9865416 | Then it resumes, the twin wands of its horns extending, dragging its whorled shell atop the sled of its body. What do you seek, little snail? Do you live only in this one moment, or do you worry like Professor Aronnax for your future? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 4ba6990 | Everybody, he is learning, likes to hear themselves talk. Hubris, like the oldest stories. They raise the antenna too high, broadcast for too many minutes, assume the world offers safety and rationality when of course it does not. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| dbd66aa | He lingers over images of Marie-Laure--her hands, her hair--even as he worries that to concentrate on them too long is to risk wearing them out. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9edf3c3 | Every day, on his right and left, another soul escapes toward the sky, and it sounds to him as if he can hear faraway music, as if a door has been shut on a grand old radio and he can listen only by putting his good ear against the material of his cot, although the music is soft, and there are moments when he is not certain it is there at all. There is something to be angry at, Werner is sure, but he cannot say what it is. "Won't eat," says.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 12aed2b | We are young, they sing, we are steadfast, we have never compromised, we have so many castles yet to storm. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d6ccd15 | O take me, take me up into the ranks so that I do not die a common death! I do not want to die in vain, what I want is to fall on the sacrificial mound. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 978e3b4 | The girl climbs into the swing and pendulums back and forth, pumping her legs, and watching her opens some valve in Werner's soul. This is life, he thinks, this is why we live, to play like this on a day when winter is finally releasing its grip. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 90761e7 | a magnificent high tide arrives, the largest waves smashing against the bases of the ramparts, the | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2a72981 | Sie denkt: Sie sagen einfach nur Worte und was sind Worte anderes als Gerausche, die diese Manner aus Atem formen, gewichtslose Dampfe, die sie in die Kuchenluft schicken, wo sie sich auflosen und sterben. | historical-fiction romance suspense | Anthony Doerr | |
| 56b2353 | Soon there was a horizon, ironed flat as if by the load of the sky, and a sailboat toiling across it. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 97b770c | The Reich must need socks. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 4ad3d15 | A corner of the night sky, beyond a wall of trees, blooms red. In the lurid, flickering light, he sees that the airplane was not alone, that the sky teems with them, a dozen swooping back and forth, racing in all directions, and in a moment of disorientation, he feels that he's looking not up but down, as though a spotlight has been shined into a wedge of bloodshot water, and the sky has become the sea, and the airplanes are hungry fish, ha.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| c233653 | Inhale, exhale. Walk the paths of logic. Every outcome has its cause, and every predicament has its solution. Every lock its key. You can go back to Paris or you can stay here or you can go (110-111). | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 88dffd1 | Inhale, exhale. Walk the paths of logic. Every outcome has its cause, and every predicament has its solution. Every lock its key. You can go back to Paris or you can stay here or you can go on (110-111). | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 742cc9d | The burgeoning of light. The tender hissing of grass. Jutta opens her eyes but doesn't look at him. 'Don't tell lies. Lie to yourself, Werner, but don't lie to me,' (133). | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d48ba71 | Always try the problem that matters most to you. | Andrew Wiles | ||
| 509853a | The opposite of Donald Trump is an Asian man who likes math. | Andrew Yang | ||
| 27bd7df | Ice Blue Is Cool! Nicki Needs Help Furious Jack Frost Who Has a Pen? Girls in the Spotlight Teaser Also Available Copyright | Daisy Meadows | ||
| 3a94181 | It's Anna and Justin!" I said. "We couldn't miss the family picture," Anna called out the car window. "My first," said Justin. "Not your last," said Grandfather. "You can stand behind Cassie." Anna smoothed my hair back. Justin poked me. "All looking here now," called Joshua. "You're not much to look at," said Grandfather softly. "I'd rather look at Zeke in the meadow." "Zeke in the meadow," said Jack." | Patricia MacLachlan | ||
| 36001ed | If you don't pray," he said, lowering his voice, "why do you wear it?" They were sitting at a table for two by a window, overlooking snarled traffic on the street below. Their phones rested screens-down between them, like the weapons of desperadoes at a parley. She smiled. Took a sip. And spoke, the lower half of her face obscured by her cup. "So men don't fuck with me," she said." | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 3285e33 | PSALM 23 The Lord Our Shepherd Ps. 23.1 The Lord is my shepherd; I have everything I need. Ps. 23.2 He lets me lie down in green meadows. He leads me beside quiet waters. Ps. 23.3 He restores the strength of my soul. He guides me along paths of righteousness. Ps. 23.4 Even when I walk through a valley of frightful shadows facing death, I will fear no evil, because you are with me. Your rod and staff comfort me. Ps. 23.5 You spread out a ban.. | Jack Blanco | ||
| 6161e5c | Are these not the phrases you hear kids declaring? Whenever you hear yourself using these words and/ or phrases, you are in the meadow of a million bulls! To recreate one's life as extraordinary is to acknowledge failing as healthy. Failing is an integral element in the art of being unbeatable. It is also a secret. The more comfortable you become at failing, the less time you'll need to recover. The faster you recover from each failure, the.. | Jack Schropp | ||
| 3a30d73 | This says , signed, " Aunt Lou nodded. "Yes, Horace taught me how to drive. That's proof." Papa's mouth opened. He looked at me, then closed it again. "How about," said Papa slowly, handing the paper back to Aunt Lou, "you drive on the tractor roads that go through the meadows. Could you do that?" "Oh yes!" said Aunt Lou happily. "You didn't think I wanted to drive on the main roads, did you? With all the fools out there?" She tapped Gran.. | Patricia MacLachlan | ||
| c49fcc2 | That afternoon I say about five thousand cars or probably three thousand passed me not one of them ever dreamed of stopping -- Which didnt bother me anyway because at first seeing that gorgeous long coast up to Monterey I thought "Well I'll just hike right in, it's only fourteen miles, I oughta do that easy" -- And on the way there's all kindsa interesting things to see anyway like the seals barking on rocks below, or quiet old farms made o.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 27b70ca | Horses at Midnight Without a Moon" Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her. The summer mornings begin inch by inch while we sleep, and walk with us later as long-legged beauty through the dirty streets. It is no surprise that danger and suffering surround us. What astonishes is the singing. We know the h.. | Jack Gilbert | ||
| 11dd780 | The sight of the canyon down there as we renegotiated the mountain road made me bite my lip with marvel and sadness. It's as familiar as an old face in an old photograph as tho I'm gone a million years from all that sun shaded brush on rocks and that heartless blue of the sea washing white on yellow sand, those rills of yellow arroyo running down mighty cliff shoulders, those distant blue meadows, that whole ponderous groaning upheaval so s.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 908aa57 | Poem For Laura" Now come the bright prophets across my life. The solemn fl esh, the miracles, and the pain. Across the simple meadows of my heart, splendidly you come promising sorrow. And knowing, I bless your coming with trees of love, singing, singing even to the night. The princely mornings will fail when you go, and night will come like animals. Yet I open my cautious life and sing thanksgiving of yes, oh yes to love, even while t.. | Jack Gilbert |