Quotes from Anthony Doerr

It seems to Werner that in the space between whatever has happened already and whatever is to come hovers an invisible borderland, the known on one side and the unknown on the other.

A single fruit fly in his wine can send a black thread twisting through his mood that lingers for days.

Why, even at the moment of his escape, must some inexplicable warning murmur in a distant region of his mind?

Sabes cuál es la lección más importante d ela historia? Que solo la escriben los vencedores. Esa es la lección. El que decide el rumbo de la historia es el que gana.

When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?

Radio: it ties a million ears to a single mouth. Out of loudspeakers all around Zollverein, the staccato voice of the Reich grows like some imperturbable tree; its subjects lean toward its branches as if toward the lips of God. And when God stops whispering, they become desperate for someone who can put things right.

Você nunca pode deixar de acreditar. Essa é a coisa mais importante.

She stands alone in Madame Manec's room and smells peppermint, candle wax, six decades of loyalty. Housemaid, nurse, mother, confederate, counselor, chef—what ten thousand things was Madame Manec to Etienne?

Is it right," Jutta says, "to do something only because everyone else is doing it?

Once in the glass, as dark as blood, the Bordeaux seems almost as though it is a living thing. Von Rumpel takes pleasure in knowing that he is the only person in the world who will have the privilege of tasting it before it is gone.

Bright spring clouds cruise above them like vessels sailing to a parallel war...

For 2,600 years, the man continues, those of us in the Western tradition have been assured that the role of humanity is to subdue the earth. That all creation was created for us to harvest. And for 2,600 years we pretty much got away with it. Temperatures remained constant, seasons stayed predictable, and we cut down forests and fished out oceans and elevated one god above all others: Growth.

A vida toda você espera; agora, quando finalmente acontece, você está pronto?

he smokes so much it as if he is turning himself into ash.

But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?

It's dirty and wormholed, colonized with mold, as though fungal hyphae, time, and water have collaborated to make an erasure poem.

Tantrums, doctor's appointments, therapies, a dozen drives to and from the specialist's office in Boise

Tatal ei radiaza o mie de culori, opal, rosu-capsuna, ruginiu-inchis, verde crud; un miros de ulei si metal, senzatia de cheie potrivita in yala, zornaitul cheilor lui pe inel in timp ce merge.

tapping Zeno's

Strange how suffering can look beautiful if you get far enough away.

Algumas tristezas nunca deixam de existir.

Rain falls so lightly that it seems indistinguishable from fog.

Ce n'est pas la réalite.

she's hardly there: just morphine and glassy eyes and an odor that carries him back to Korea.