Quotes from Anthony Doerr

Werner looks up at the stone houses arrayed wall to wall, tall and aloof, their faces damp, their windows dark. No lamplight anywhere. No antennas. The rain falls so softly, almost soundlessly, but to Werner it roars.

Sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered

Quantos labirintos existem neste mundo. Os galhos das árvores, as filigranas das raízes, a matriz dos cristais, as ruas que o pai dela tinha recriado nas maquetes. Labirintos nas saliências de conchas de múrex, nas texturas da casca de plátanos e dentro dos ossos ocos das águias. Nada mais complicado do que o cérebro humano, diria Etienne, a coisa mais complexa que existe; um orgão, dentro do qual giram universos.

the truth is infinitely more complicated, that we are all beautiful even as we are all part of the problem, and that to be a part of the problem is to be human.

Her arms are wrapped around her head and her wool blanket is twisted around her midsection and her pillow is jammed into the crack between mattress and wall—even in sleep, a tableau of friction.

The heart heals but never completely.

BohynÄ› dÄ›jin shlíží na zemi. JedinÄ› skrze ten nejžhavÄ›jÅ¡í ohe? je možno dosáhnout o?iÅ¡tÄ›ní. Vidí les umírajících slune?nic.

A light emerges, a light not kindled

A portrait of the führer glowers over every classroom. Learning happens on backless benches, at wooden tables grooved by the boredom of countless boys before them—squires, monks, conscripts, cadets.

Death's success rate has been 100% so far, yet we still choose to call it a mystery.

None more complicated than the human brain, Etienne would say, what may be the most complex object in existence; one wet kilogram within which spin universes

He thought he might say more, but something in her face had closed off, and the opportunity passed.

Stillness: this is what he radiates more than anything else. The stillness of a tree. Of a mouse blinking in the dark.

GUARDIAN #2: Though it will seem simple at first, it's actually quite complicated. GUARDIAN #1: No, no, it will seem complicated at first, but it's actually quite simple. GUARDIAN #2: Ready, little crow? Here's our riddle. "He that knows all that Learning ever writ, knows only this.

but it was also something in Sandy herself, an unwillingness to allow anything more to upset the realm of her understanding.

The murex Dr. Geffard keeps on his desk can entertain her for a half hour, the hollow spines, the ridged whorls, the deep entrance; it's a forest of spikes and caves and textures; it's a kingdom. Her

One section of the old city, tucked against the western walls, becomes a firestorm in which the spires of flames, at their highest, reach three hundred feet. The appetite for oxygen is such that objects heavier than housecats are dragged into the flames.

There has always been a sliver of panic in him, deeply buried, when it comes to his daughter: a fear that he is no good as a father, that he is doing everything wrong. That he never quite understood the rules.

We are a volley of bullets, we are cannonballs.

Storms rinse the sky...

Whoever wins, that's who decides the history. We act in our own self-interest.

He checked the barometer he'd nailed to the family room wall: the pressure was rising.

Memory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitary

???? is the gods, ??????????? means they spun, ??????? is death, plague, destruction. Ruin. That's what the gods do, they spin threads of ruin through the fabric of our lives, all to make a song for generations to come.