Quotes About Books

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. What good are the words?

How does it feel, anyway? How does what feel? When you take one of those books? At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. Well? he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

As it turned out, Ilsa Hermann not only gave Liesel Meminger a book that day. She also gave her a reason to spend time in the basement, her favorite place, first with Papa, then Max. She gave her a reason to write her own words, to see that words had also brought her to life. Don't punish yourself, she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

No podía hacer nada contra la atracción que ejercían los libros sobre ella.

How many books had she touched? How many had she felt?

I love and hate this place because it is full of words.

Cuando empezó a escribir su historia, se preguntó por el momento exacto en que los libros y las palabras no sólo comenzaban a tener algún significado, sino que lo significaban todo.

La ladrona de libros había dado su primer golpe: sería el comienzo de una ilustre carrera.

LA LADRONA DE LIBROS» ÚLTIMA LÍNEA «He odiado las palabras y las he amado, y espero haber estado a su altura.»

Words are life, Liesel.

los libros y las palabras no sólo comenzaron a tener algún significado, sino que lo significaban todo.

UN PENSAMIENTO AGRADABLE Ella era una ladrona de libros. Él asaltaba el cielo.

I was always reading books when I should have been doing math and the rest of it.

The Keys To Happiness 1.Finishing the Grave Digger's Handbook. 2.Escaping the ire of Santa Maria. 3.Recieving two books for Christmas.

She was home, among the mayor's books of every color and description, with their silver and gold lettering. She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

Once, words had rendered Liesel useless, but now, when she sat on the floor, with the mayor's wife at her husband's desk, she felt an innate sense of power. It happened every time she deciphered a new word or pieced together a sentence.

Sebbene qualcosa dentro di lei le dicesse che era un delitto (dopo tutto, tre libri erano la sua proprietà più preziosa), era costretta a guardarli andare a fuoco. Non poteva farci nulla. Suppongo che gli uomini amino assistere a un po' di distruzione: castelli di sabbia, castelli di carte, si comincia così. La loro grande dote è la capacità di progredire.

Si hubiera podido ver arrodillada a la ladrona de libros junto a su cuerpo diezmado, habría gritado de alegría y girado sobre sí mismo y sonreído. Le habría encantado contemplarla besándole los polvorientos labios devastados por las bombas. Sí, lo sé. En la profunda oscuridad de mi corazón de siniestros latidos, lo sé. Le habría gustado, sin duda. ¿Lo ves? Hasta la muerte tiene corazón.

Papa grinned and pointed at the girl. "Book, sandpaper, pencil," he ordered her, "and accordion!" once she was already gone. Soon, they were on Himmel Street, carrying the words, the music, the washing.

That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.)

Cuando empezó a escribir su historia se preguntó por el momento exacto en que los libros y las palabras no sólo comenzaron a tener algún significado, sino que lo significaban todo