Quotes About World

Because the world does not deserve them.

You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies. I've seen millions of them. I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember

it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn't quite managed.

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

Christ, it's defeaning. why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I have been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. The answer's quite simple: To Care.... How do people live like this? How do they survive? And maybe that's why I am here. What if they can't anymore?

The world is an ugly stew, she thought. It's so ugly I can't stand it.

Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? Our own place is small perhaps, but when your old man is eaten up by his own shadow, you realize maybe that in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it. Maybe that's what these pages of words are about. Bringing the world to the window.

Outside, the world whistled. The rain was stained.

That makes two weeks. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it.

I am stupid Hans Hubermann told his foster daughter And kind, which makes me the biggest idiot in the world.

That makes two weeks, she would later write in the basement. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it.

Je ne veux plus prier pour que M. soit sain et sauf. Ni A.S. Parce que le monde ne les mérite pas.

I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain. Even the clouds were trying to get away.

There was once a strange, small man. But there was a world shaker, too.

The world did not deserve such a river.

That would make two weeks, she would later write in the basemen. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hands to touch.

Sì in questo mondo ho visto accadere tantissime cose. Ho assistito ai peggiori cataclismi e lavorato per gli uomini più scellerati. Ma ci sono stati anche altri momenti. Ci sono storie (una manciata, come ho già detto) alle quali consento di distrarmi dalla fatica, come faccio con i colori. Le raccolgo nei luoghi più disparati e improbabili, e mi assicuro di non dimenticarmene mai, mentre lavoro. La Ladra di Libri è una di queste storie.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world is no longer a dream.

World War 3 is a guerrilla information war with no division between military and civilian participation.

Jesus came to be the light for the world, and then there's the Christmas star and the idea of letting your light shine...But not blinding your neighbor with it.

Henri Michaux és autor de frases lapidàries, algunes molt encertades; una que m'habita des que la vaig llegir fa més de trenta anys és aquesta: «Qui n'aime pas ce monde, n'y bâtit pas de maison»>: aquell a qui no agrada aquest món, no hi construeix una casa.