Quotes from Anthony Doerr

He that knows all that Learning ever writ, knows only this—that he knows nothing yet.' "]·

He could not look at his daughter without feeling his heart turn over.

Dentro de su pecho late algo enorme, algo lleno deseo, algo que ya no siente temor.

Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn't life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in upon it. Taking things from it, stuffing things into it. Each bite of food, each particle of light entering the eye—the body can never be pure. But this is what the commandant insists upon, why the Reich measures their noses, clocks their hair color.

You'll die of old age, we'll die of climate change.

Why bother to make music when the silence and wind are so much larger? Why light lamps when the darkness will inevitably snuff them?

How much easier it would have been if he and Sandy could have fought: a skirmish in the night, some harsh words, some measure of the truth actually spoken aloud.

Prosperity depends on ferocity.

Vài ng??i y?u kém trên phÆ°Æ¡ng di?n nào Ä'ó. Ng??i khác nhau thì m?t y?u kém khác nhau.

There are a thousand metaphors and all of them are inaccurate

Então, crianças, como o cérebro, que vive sem uma centelha de luz, constrói para nós um mundo cheio de luz?

Bandits wait around every corner to bash your skull and ghouls lurk in the shadows, hoping to drink your blood. Here you have cheese, wine, your friends, and your flock. What you already have is better than what you so desperately seek." But as a bee hurries to and fro, visiting every flower without pause, so my restlessness…

The war drops its question mark.

He would be relegated to a post best left fastened and buried.

As she [Anna] sweeps the workroom floor, as she lugs another roll of fabric or another bucket of charcoal, as she sits in the workroom beside Maria, fingers numb, breath pluming over the silk, she practices her letters on the thousand blank pages of her mind. Each sign signifies a sound, and to link sounds is to form words, and to link words is to construct worlds.

Somewhere, someone is figuring out how to push back the hood of grief, but Marie-Laure cannot. Not yet.

Though it will seem simple at first, it's actually quite complicated. No, no, it will seem complicated at first, but it's actually quite simple.

De entre todas las cosas que he visto en la vida, creo que el mar es mi favorita.

Staro?ytno?? wymy?lono, by by?a chlebem bibliotekarzy i nauczycieli.

tang in the back of his throat and he bites back tears. Each morning comes along and you assume it will be similar enough to the previous one—that you will be safe, that your family will be alive, that you will be together, that life will remain mostly as it was. Then a moment arrives and everything changes.

The despair doesn't last. Marie-Laure is too young and her father is too patient. There are, he assures her, no such things as curses. There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day toward success or failure. But no curses.

A veces me descubro mirándolo y me olvido completamente de mis obligaciones. Es lo bastante grande como para contener en su interior todas las cosas que un hombre puede sentir a lo largo de toda una vida.

It is as if he has been drowning for as long as he can remember and somebody has fetched him up for air.

Rozgotuj do samych koÅ›ci sÅ'owa, które ju? znasz, a zwykle na dnie garnka znajdziesz wpatrzone w ciebie oczy staro?ytnych.