“It's better to face madness with a plan than to sit still and let it take you in pieces.”
“In a world where you can’t open your eyes, isn’t a blindfold all you could ever hope for?”
“You can smell it, too. Death. Dying. Decay. The sky is falling, the sky is dying, the sky is dead.”
“How can she expect her children to dream as big as the stars if they can't lift their heads to gaze upon them?”
“Is he friendly?” Tom says quietly. “I’ve discovered,” Jules says, “that a dog will become fast friends with the people who feed him.”
“dedication Sometimes I wish I were an architect, so that I could dedicate a building to a person; a superstructure that broke the clouds and continued up into the abyss. And if Bird Box were made of bricks instead of letters, I’d host a ceremony, invite every shadowy memory I have, and cut the ribbon with an axe, letting everyone see for the first time that building’s name. It’d be called the Debbie. Mom, Bird Box is for you.”
“We left because some people choose to wait for news and others make their own.”
“This,’ Malorie says, placing a bloodied hand on the Girl’s head, ‘this is Olympia.’ The Girl looks at Malorie quickly. She blushes. She smiles. She likes it. ‘And this,’ Malorie says, pressing the Boy to her body, ‘is Tom.’ He grins, shy and happy.”
“Only a box of birds, Malorie thinks. Yet, it does feel like progress.”
“Robin was a great kid. Smarter than her father at eight years old. She liked the oddest things. Like the instructions for a toy more than the toy itself. The credits of a movie instead of the movie. The way something was written. An expression on my face. Once she told me I looked like the sun to her, because of my hair. I asked her if I shined like the sun, and she told me, ‘No, Daddy, you shine more like the moon, when it’s dark outside.”
“Your baby is smarter than you think.”
“A grisly story, but one whose notoriety Malorie attributes to the seemingly senseless way the Internet has of making random occurrences famous.”
“it’s better to face madness with a plan than to sit still and let it take you in pieces.”
“believe that it’s better to face madness with a plan than to sit still and let it take you in pieces. The”
“Bunu kendimize yapan biziz. BUNU KENDİMİZE YAPAN BİZİZ. Diğer bir deyişle (ki bu lafımı sakın unutma!): İNSANOĞLU ASLINDA KORKTUĞU YARATIĞIN TA KENDİSİDİR.”
“Malorie watches them close their eyes, then she does the same. In her private darkness, her heart beats louder. “Good”
“The children have never seen the world outside their home. Not even through the windows. And Malorie hasn’t looked in more than four years. Four years.”
“Wires run from under the back door into the first-floor bedrooms, where amplifiers alert Malorie and the children to any sounds coming from outside the house. The three of them live this way. They do not go outside for long periods of time.”
“it’s better to face madness with a plan than to sit still and let it take you in pieces. The”
“Непокътната врата й напомняше, че навън броди лудостта, независимо дали някой, за когото те е грижа, е излязъл да се срещне с нея, или не.”
“Not really. But I'm a huge fan of your ass. I could write a song about your ass."
"You've never even seen it."
"Feeling is believing.”
“All things worth having are worth fighting for.”
“Tam między gałązkami coś tkwiło — coś sterczało odrębnego i obcego, choć niewyraźnego… i temu przyglądał się też mój kompan.
— Wróbel.
— Acha.
Był to wróbel. Wróbel wisiał na drucie. Powieszony. Z przechylonym łebkiem i rozwartym dzióbkiem. Wisiał na kawałku cienkiego drutu, zahaczonego o gałąź.
Szczególne. Powieszony ptak. Powieszony wróbel. Ta ekscentryczność krzyczała tutaj wielkim głosem i wskazywała na rękę ludzką, która wdarła się w gąszcz — ale kto? Kto powiesił, po co, jaki mógł być powód?… myślałem w gmatwaninie, w tym rozrośnięciu obfitującym w milion kombinacji, a trzęsąca jazda koleją, noc hucząca pociągiem, niewyspanie, powietrze, słońce, marsz tutaj z tym Fuksem i Jasia, matka, chryja z listem, moje „zamrażanie” starego, Roman, zresztą i kłopoty Fuksa z szefem w biurze (o których opowiadał), koleiny, grudy, obcasy, nogawki, kamyczki, liście, wszystko w ogóle przypadło naraz do tego wróbla, jak tłum na kolanach, a on zakrólował, ekscentryk… i królował w
tym zakątku.
— Kto by go mógł powiesić?
— Jakiś dzieciak.
— Nie. Za wysoko.
— Chodźmy.
Ale nie ruszał się. Wróbel wisiał. Ziemia była goła, ale miejscami nachodziła ją trawa krótka, rzadka, walało się tu sporo rzeczy, kawałek zgiętej blachy, patyk, drugi patyk,
tektura podarta, patyczek, był też żuk, mrówka, druga mrówka, robak nieznany, szczapa i tak dalej i dalej, aż ku zaroślom u korzeni krzaków — on przyglądał się temu, podobnie jak ja.
— Chodźmy. Ale jeszcze stał, patrzył, wróbel wisiał, ja stałem, patrzyłem. —
Chodźmy. — Chodźmy. Nie ruszaliśmy się jednak, może dlatego, że już za długo tu
staliśmy i upłynął moment stosowny do odejścia… a teraz to stawało się już cięższe, bardziej nieporęczne… my z tym wróblem, powieszonym w krzakach… i zamajaczyło mi się coś w rodzaju naruszenia proporcji, czy nietaktu, niestosowności z naszej strony…
byłem śpiący.
— No, w drogę! — powiedziałem i odeszliśmy… pozostawiając w krzakach wróbla, samego.”
“You are your mother and your father. You are your experiences and your fears and the love you let yourself feel. You are your degree and your talent and your passion. You are your pain, your joy, and your fantasies. You are me and Sheil and Jenny and Will and every person that touches your soul..but most of all you are you, whoever you dream that to be.”
“I wouldn't have left you like that. Not like she did to me." I swallow hard. "She always said I'd die without her and she left anyway."
"But you didn't die," He says.
"I did," I say. "I'm just waiting for the rest of me to catch up.”
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