Quotes About Courage

It'll be dark soon, Rudy.' He walked on. 'So what?' 'I'm going back.' Rudy stopped and watched her now as if she were betraying him. 'That's right, book thief. Leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, you'd keep walking. Wouldn't you?

Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. "Don't forget your misery …

You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany.

Only when she got up to leave did she notice the three imitation-gold medals sitting next to her. She knocked on the Steiners' door and held them out to him. "You forgot these." "No, I didn't." He closed the door and Liesel took the medals home. She walked with them down to the basement and told Max about her friend Rudy Steiner.

I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness, Ed. And if a guy like you can stand up and do what you did for all those people, well, maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of. Maybe even I can...

With the curtains clamped tight, he would sleep on the floor with a cushion beneath his head, as the fire slipped away and turned to ash. In the morning, he would return to the basement. A voiceless human. The Jewish rat, back to his hole.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist on his face." Personally

the Jews were marching through Molching. They were going to Dachau, to concentrate.

In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

La paura è la strada. La paura è ogni singolo passo.

Don't get caught." This from a man who'd stolen a Jew. From

When they come and ask you for one of your children," Barbara Steiner explained, to no one in particular, "you're supposed to say yes.

È impeccabile il modo in cui la verità può essere brutale, a volte. Non si può che ammirarla.

unas lágrimas, que parecían de cristal, le resbalaban por la piel a pesar de no estar llorando. Se las habían arrancado a golpes.

For now, Rudy and Liesel made their way onto Himmel Street in the rain. He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.

Ahí radicaba el problema. La vida había dado un giro de ciento ochenta grados y, sin embargo, era esencial que actuaran como si nada hubiera ocurrido. Imagínate que tienes que sonreír después de recibir un bofetón. Y luego imagínate que tienes que hacerlo las veinticuatro horas del día.

Make no mistake, this woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night. She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on a man's first night in Molching. And she was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl.

Was he really a coward, as his son had so brutally pointed out? Certainly, in World War I, he considered himself one. He attributed his survival to it. But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived? - Hans Hubermann

Tal como Liesel descubrió, un buen ladrón necesita muchas cosas. Sigilo. Audacia. Resolución. Sin embargo, mucho más importante que todo lo demás era un último requisito: la suerte.

With the rest of them, he stood around the bed and watched the man die—a safe merge, from life to death. The light in the window was gray and orange, the color of summer's skin, and his uncle appeared relieved when his breathing disappeared completely. "When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist on his face.

It's pathetic—how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great." Trudy

They're strange, those wars. Full of blood and violence - but full of stories that are equally difficult to fanthom. It's true, people will mutter. I don't care if you don't belive me. It was the fox who saved my life or, They died on either side of me and I was left standing there, the only one without a bullet between my eyes. Why me? Why me and not them?

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew. As