I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.
When death captures me,? the boy vowed, ‘he will feel my fist on his face.’ Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.
Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif’s kiss. He must have longed for it so much. 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.
No, I’m not a saint, Sophie. I’m just another stupid human.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it. It was the best time of her life.
And it would show me, once again, that one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.
Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn’t. But is sure as hell wasn’t heaven, either.
Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children.
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. All from the words. From Liesel’s words.
Only hearts... They’re in the inside of the inside of me.
I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
Todo el mundo sabe que una bola de nieve en la cara es el comienzo perfecto de una amistad duradera.
I did it on purpose.
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.
All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were stolen, one showed up at the kitchen table, two were made for her by a hidden Jew, and one was delivered by a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon.
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 the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.
Of course I told him about you,” Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.
His eyes did not do anything that shock normally describes. No snapping, no slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.
A statue of the book thief stood in the courtyard... it’s very rare, don’t you think, for a statue to appear before it’s subject has become famous?
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.