Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. A...
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.
So many people chased after me in that time, calling my name, asking me to take them with me. Then there was the small percentage who called me casually over and whispered with their tightend voices.
Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes ...
Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.
It could be worse. I could be you.
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out, like the rain. (p. 85)
She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life." The Book Thief
the threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers
He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness.
It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.
Papa!” she whispered. “I have no eyes!” He patted the girl’s hair. She’d fallen into his trap. “With a smile like that,” Hans Hubermann said, “you don’t need eyes.
There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house
His soul sat up. It met me.Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, 'I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go of course, but I will come'.
Había una vez un hombre bajito y extraño que decidió tres cosas importantes acerca de su vida: 1. Que se haría la raya del pelo en el lado contrario a todos los demás. 2. Que se dejaría un pequeño y extraño bigote. 3. Que un día dominaría e...
I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two m...
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.
