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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1c7322f | Usko minua kun sanon, etta sina paivana poimin jokaisen sielun kuin se olisi vastasyntynyt. Jopa suutelin muutamia uupuneita, myrkytettyja poskia. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e193c04 | Hanen ensimmainen hyokkayssuunnitelmansa oli sellainen, etta han istutti kotimaahansa sanoja mahdollisimman monille alueille. Han istutti yota paivaa ja hoiti niita. Han katseli niiden kasvua, kunnes lopulta kaikkialle oli kohonnut suuria sanametsia...Saksa oli viljeltyjen ajatusten maa. | juutalaisvainot saksa | Markus Zusak | |
| a594127 | It takes a lot of love to hate you like this | Markus Zusak | ||
| c33ce60 | It was one of the joys of childhood. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c53297b | Nije smisao u rijecima. Nego u blistavim svjetlima i malim stvarima koje su zapravo velike. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a9f111a | Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi. Ne zbog izgleda. Ne zbog onoga sto govore. Nego zbog onoga sto jesu. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 2ec2afd | How about a kiss, Saumensch?" He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the | Markus Zusak | ||
| 042c41d | It was a tradition for Frau Holtzapfel, one of their neighbors, to spit on the Hubermanns' door every time she walked past. The front door was only meters from the gate, and let's just say that Frau Holtzapfel had the distance--and the accuracy. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 00c5dcb | She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d9b99d2 | The human child--so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.) | Markus Zusak | ||
| b96d645 | I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d471cb2 | People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ac95833 | Now more than ever, 33 Himmel Street was a place of silence, and it did not go unnoticed that the Duden Dictionary was completely and utterly mistaken, especially with its related words. Silence was not quiet or calm, and it was not peace. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 54aa3e6 | again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 84560c7 | moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d5fff0f | A 2 A.M. CONVERSATION**** "Is this yours?" "Yes, Papa." "Do you want to read it?" Again, "Yes,Papa." A tired smile. Metallic eyes, melting. "Well, we'd better read it, then." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 053c0c6 | It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e53a2a2 | 'My heart is so tired,' " the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel, writing in her diary. No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 845cc94 | Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c72639e | Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gather from inside me. Even in the night, in bed, they woke me. They painted themselves onto the ceiling. They burned themselves onto the sheets of memory laid out in my mind. When I woke up the next day, I wrote the words down, on a torn-up piece of paper. An.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d38f17d | Por favor, a pesar de las amenazas anteriores, conserva la calma. Solo soy una fanfarrona. No soy violenta. No soy perversa. Soy lo que tiene que ser"." | Markus Zusak | ||
| ac349df | A veces llego demasiado pronto, me adelanto. Y hay gente que se aferra a la vida mas de lo esperado"." | Markus Zusak | ||
| ded2137 | DODENS DAGBOK: PARISARNA Sommaren kom. For boktjuven var allt frid och frojd. Dor mig - var himlen judefargad. Nar deras kroppar hade slutat soka efter springor i dorren steg deras sjalar upp. Nar deras naglar hade klost mot traet och i vissa fall satt fastnaglade i det av blotta kraften i desperationen, kom deras sjalar mot mig, in i min famn, och vi steg ut ur de dar duschanlaggningarna, upp pa taket och vidare uppat, in i evighetens a.. | faith god holocaust | Markus Zusak | |
| c2a1432 | Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 80c0ae2 | I'm sure you've met people like this, he had the ability to appear in the background, even if he was standing at the front of a queue. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a2002c8 | to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 84a9d35 | A SMALL BUT NOTE WORTHY NOTE I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They're running at me. He | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6dcebcf | School, as you might imagine, was a terrific failure. Although | Markus Zusak | ||
| eb7a7f2 | I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate. The | Markus Zusak | ||
| 55be311 | What about her? Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 15ddfc2 | The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon, I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages. The | Markus Zusak | ||
| 876b41b | I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3ffeb42 | Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew. As | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3b8a955 | impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 142ebdb | As winter set in, she was no longer a victim of Sister Maria's frustrations, preferring to watch as others were marched out to the corridor and given their just rewards. The sound of another student struggling in the hallway was not particularly enjoyable, but the fact that it was someone else was, if not a true comfort, a relief. When | Markus Zusak | ||
| b344f5a | Death about Heil Hitlering p. 117-118. You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wirst with all of that. You'd only need to be facing the wrong way at the wrong time, or stand marginally too close to another person. Perhaps people did get injured. Personally, I can only thell you that no-one died from it, or at least, not physically. There was, of course the matter of forty million people I picked.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| f033be7 | They waited for the clouds to disappear, and when they did, they could see the rest of the forest. "It wouldn't stop growing, " she explained. "But neither would this." The young man looked at the branch that held his hand. He had a point." | Markus Zusak | ||
| d39357d | The brother shivers. The woman weeps. And the girl goes on reading, for that's why she's there, and it feels good to be something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad. | Markus Zusak | ||
| d0b3354 | But as they walked on, they stopped several times, to listen. They thought they could hear voices and words behind them, on the word shaker's tree. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3be21a0 | How could something so seemingly insignificant give someone comfort? A ribbon in a gutter. A pinecone on the street. A button leaning casually against a classroom wall. A flat stone from the river. If nothing else, it showed that she cared, and it might give them something to talk about when Max woke up. When she was alone, she would conduct those conversations. 'So what's all this?' Max would say. 'What's all this junk?' 'Junk?' In her mi.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a276b0a | But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived? His | Markus Zusak | ||
| 056b8e3 | On quite a few occasions Liesel forgot about her mother and any other problem of which she currently held ownership. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 09f3250 | And far away, in the room that stretched like a bridge to a nameless town, her brother, Werner, played in the cemetery snow. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5abdb8c | Her papa stood and called her half a woman. Max was writing The Word Shaker in the corner. Rudy was naked by the door. | Markus Zusak |