Quotes from Tatiana de Rosnay

Emile was not like you, not attached to houses. For you, houses are like people, are they not, they have a soul, a heart, they live and breathe. Houses remember.

You see, Armand, there was a new hunger within me, and on some days I can assure you I felt fairly ravenous. The need to read took over me, a delicious and exhilarating hold. The more I read, the hungrier I became. Each book seemed promising, each page I turned offered an escapade, the allure of another world, other destinies, other dreams.

I took his hand and pressed it hard. I could not bear to look at him any longer, so I closed my eyes and put his hand against my cheek. I cried with him. I felt his fingers grow wet with my tears, but I kept his hand there.

Zakhor, Al Tichkah.' Souviens-toi. N'oublie jamais.

The girl wondered if her parents had been right to protect her from everything, if they had been right not to explain why so many things had changed for them since the start of the war... Nobody would tell her. Nobody would explain. She hated being treated like a baby. She hated the voices being lowered when she entered the room. If they had told her, if they had told her everything they knew, wouldn't that have made today easier?

My grandmother was fifteen the day of the roundup. She was told she was free because they were only taking small children between two and twelve with their parents. She was left behind. And they took all the others. Her little brothers, her little sister, her mother, her father, her aunt, her uncle. Her grandparents. It was the last time she ever saw them. No one came back No one at all.

Be brave, my sweet love. Be brave, as brave as you can

Never cry in front of these men. Never cry. Ever. It's only hair. Hair will grow back.

Vous savez, Miss Jarmond, faire revivre le passé n'es pas chose facile. On a parfois des surprises désagréables. La vérité est plus terrible que l'ignorance.

No one loved Paris better than a true Parisian. No one was prouder of his city than a true Parisian. No one was half so arrogant, so haughty, so conceited, and quite so irresistible. Why

Quick, children, come now. You are safe here. You are safe with us.

Quand ces enfant sont arrivés à Auschwitz, on n'opéra pas de 'selection'. On ne les mit pas en rang avec les hommes et les femmes. On ne regarda pas qui était en bonne santé, qui était malade, qui pouvait travailler, qui ne le pouvait pas. On les envoya directement dans les chambres à gaze.

j'étais animée d'une faim nouvelle, et certains jours, j'étais véritablement vorace. Le besoin de lire s'emparait de moi et exerçait sa délicieuse et grisante emprise. Plus je lisais, plus j'avais faim. Chaque ouvrage était riche de promesses, chaque page que je tournais était une équipée, l'attrait d'un autre monde.

Um Schriftsteller zu sein, musst du leiden, das weißt du. Du brauchst diese verborgene Wunde in dir. Du musst bluten.

the Rey family grave at the

Er was niets veranderd in de straat, zag ze. Het was nog steeds dezelfde rustige straat die ze altijd had gekend. Hoe was het mogelijk dat levens totaal konden veranderen, konden worden vernietigd, terwijl straten en gebouwen hetzelfde bleven, vroeg ze zich af.

Trangen til å lese tok meg og holdt meg i sitt deilige, berusende grep. Jo mer jeg leste, desto mer hungret jeg. Hvert verk var rikt på løfter; hver side jeg bladde om, var en eventyrferd, tiltrekning fra en annen verden.

When nature got angry, Paul said, there was nothing man could do about it. Nothing at all. In

She couldn't imagine why there was such a difference between those children and her. She couldn't imagine why she and all these people here with her had to be treated this way. Who had decided this, and what for?

packed here in inhuman conditions by the government of the Vichy police, by order of the Nazi occupant. May those who tried to save them be thanked. Passerby, never forget!

He had said, hesitatingly, "Because they think we are different. So they are frightened of us." But what was different? thought the girl. What was so different?

family secret that was about to disrupt her

Je le sais désormais, en tant que lecteur, il faut faire confiance à l'auteur, au poète. Ils savent comment s'y prendre pour nous extirper de notre vie ordinaire et nous envoyer tanguer dans un autre monde dont nous n'avions même pas soupçonné l'existence. C'est ce que font les auteurs de talent. C'est ce que me fit M. Baudelaire.

Are we not forever shaped by our childhood, its scars, its secrets, its hidden pain?