“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”
“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”
“Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.”
“Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.”
“I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.”
“He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”
“A DEFINITION NOT FOUND
IN THE DICTIONARY
Not leaving: an act of trust and love,
often deciphered by children”
“She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on...”
“A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”
“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”
“He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.
She was the book thief without the words.
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 rain.”
“If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. ”
“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 book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.”
“Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”
“The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. (Death)”
“She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.”
“A small fact:
You are going to die....does this worry you?”
“I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.”
“Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.”
“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-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”
“One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.”
“Hair the color of lemons,'" Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?"
At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
Years ago, when they'd raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month from his death.
Of course I told him about you," Liesel said.”
“Breakups hurt like a motherf*#ker, but they are not the end of the world. The pain is temporary, and if handled properly, they can even be life-changing.”
“¡Aquí se acabaron las voces de presidio! (ADELA arrebata un bastón a su madre y lo parte en dos). No dé usted un paso más.”
“You can never visit some place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.”
“In fact, even fleeting feelings of delight can lead to dramatic increases in creativity. After watching a short, humorous video — Beeman uses a clip of Robin Williams doing standup — subjects have significantly more epiphanies, at least when compared with those who were shown scary or boring videos. Because positive moods allow us to relax, we focus less on the troubling world and more on these remote associations. Another ideal moment for insights, according to Beeman and John Kounios, is the early morning, shortly after waking up. The drowsy brain is unwound and disorganized, open to all sorts of unconventional ideas. The right hemisphere is also unusually active.”
“Море обладает поразительной притягательной силой. Двое могут смотреть на него, не замечая, молчат они или разговаривают. И это никогда не может наскучить. И сколь бы ни был громким рёв волн, и каким бы бурным ни было море, оно никогда не могло надоесть. Я не могла себе представить, что мне предстоит переезд туда, где нет моря, и испытывала в связи с этим поразительное беспокойство. В хорошие или тяжёлые минуты, в нестерпимую жару или в зимний холод, когда идёшь в храм для встречи Нового года под усыпанным звёздами небом, море всегда было здесь, рядом, такое же, как всегда. Была ли я маленькой или уже выросла, умирала ли в соседнем доме старая женщина или рождался ребёнок в доме врача, шла ли я на первое свидание или переживала потерянную любовь, море всегда опоясывало город, и его волны непрерывно набегали на берег или отступали вдаль.”
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