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Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
From The Book Thief
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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." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.
From The Book Thief
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A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. 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. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
From The Book Thief
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It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.
From The Book Thief
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***HERE IS A SMALL FACT***
You are going to die.
From The Book Thief
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They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: 'Get it done, get it done.' So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
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And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
From The Book Thief
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Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.
From The Book Thief
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A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
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It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.
As you may expect, someone has died.
From The Book Thief
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Death's Diary: 1942 -
It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to just name a few. Forget the scythe, God damn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a holiday.
(...) They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly. 'Get it done, get it done'. So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
From The Book Thief
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She was still clutching the book. She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.
From The Book Thief
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I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
From The Book Thief
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How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.
From The Book Thief
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So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
From The Book Thief
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Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
From I Am the Messenger
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Even death has a heart.
From The Book Thief
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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.
From The Book Thief
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Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?
From The Book Thief
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There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to lok behind as they started again to move on. 'It's such a beautiful day,' he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this.
From The Book Thief
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As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
From Fighting Ruben Wolfe
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I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even 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...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.
From The Book Thief
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Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
From I Am the Messenger
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A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
From The Book Thief
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Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
From The Book Thief
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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." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.
From The Book Thief
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A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. 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. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
From The Book Thief
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It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.
From The Book Thief
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***HERE IS A SMALL FACT***
You are going to die.
From The Book Thief
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They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: 'Get it done, get it done.' So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
From The Book Thief
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And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
From The Book Thief
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Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.
From The Book Thief
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A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
From The Book Thief
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It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.
As you may expect, someone has died.
From The Book Thief
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Death's Diary: 1942 -
It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to just name a few. Forget the scythe, God damn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a holiday.
(...) They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly. 'Get it done, get it done'. So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
From The Book Thief
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She was still clutching the book. She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.
From The Book Thief
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I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
From The Book Thief
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How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.
From The Book Thief
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So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
From The Book Thief
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Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
From I Am the Messenger
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Even death has a heart.
From The Book Thief
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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.
From The Book Thief
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Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?
From The Book Thief
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There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to lok behind as they started again to move on. 'It's such a beautiful day,' he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this.
From The Book Thief
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As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
From Fighting Ruben Wolfe
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I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even 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...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.
From The Book Thief
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Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
From I Am the Messenger
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A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
From The Book Thief
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Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
From The Book Thief
Avg Rating: --Rate This Quote
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." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.
From The Book Thief
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A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. 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. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
From The Book Thief
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It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.
From The Book Thief
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***HERE IS A SMALL FACT***
You are going to die.
From The Book Thief
Avg Rating: --Rate This Quote
They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: 'Get it done, get it done.' So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
From The Book Thief
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And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
From The Book Thief
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Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.
From The Book Thief
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A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
From The Book Thief
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It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.
As you may expect, someone has died.
From The Book Thief
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Death's Diary: 1942 -
It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to just name a few. Forget the scythe, God damn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a holiday.
(...) They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly. 'Get it done, get it done'. So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss however, does not thank you. He asks for more.
From The Book Thief
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She was still clutching the book. She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.
From The Book Thief
Avg Rating: --Rate This Quote
I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
From The Book Thief
Avg Rating: --Rate This Quote
How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.
From The Book Thief
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So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
From The Book Thief
Avg Rating: --Rate This Quote
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
From I Am the Messenger
Avg Rating: --Rate This Quote
Even death has a heart.
From The Book Thief
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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.
From The Book Thief
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Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?
From The Book Thief
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There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to lok behind as they started again to move on. 'It's such a beautiful day,' he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this.
From The Book Thief
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As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
From Fighting Ruben Wolfe
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I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even 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...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.
From The Book Thief
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Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
From I Am the Messenger
Avg Rating: --Rate This Quote
A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
From The Book Thief
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