Quotes About Words

Now she became spiteful. More spiteful and evil than she thought herself capable. The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words. She summoned them from someplace she only now recognized and hurled them at Ilsa Hermann.

I have loved words, I have hated them, and I hope I have used them well.

I don't leave a note. There's nothing else to do. At first, I'd wanted to write Merry Christmas on the box somewhere, but I decide against it. This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

They were all placed on a conveyor belt and run through a rampant machine that gave them a lifetime in ten minutes. Words were fed into them. Time disappeared and they now knew everything they needed to know. They were hypnotized.

For most of the journey, he made his way through the book,trying never to look up. The words lolled in his mouth as he read them. Strangely, as he turned the pages and progressed through the chapters, it was only two words he ever tasted. Mein Kampf. My struggle- The title, over and over again, as the train prattled on, from one German town to the next. Mein Kampf. Of all the things to save him.

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.

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.

Quiero palabras en mi entierro. Aunque imagino que eso significa que necesitas vida en tu vida.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None of those things, however, came out of my mouth. All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you. A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR I am haunted by humans.

She was holding desperately on to the words that had saved her life.

As palavras pousaram na mesa e se posicionaram no meio. As três pessoas ficaram a olhá-las. As tênues esperanças não ousaram elevar-se mais do que isso. Ele ainda não morreu. Ele ainda não morreu.

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

After a miscarriaged pause, the mayor's wife edged forward and picked up the book. She was battered and beaten up, and not from smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

I walk away, afraid. Afraid because I don't want my own funeral to be that forlorn and empty. I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

Once, words had rendered Liesel useless, but now… she felt an innate sense of power. It happened every time she deciphered a new word or pieced together a sentence. She was a girl. In Nazi Germany. How fitting that she was discovering the power of words.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences. On the other side, beyond the blurry heat, it was possible to see the brownshirts and swastikas joining hands. You didn't see people. Only uniforms and signs. Birds above did laps. They circled,somehow attracted to the glow - until they came too close to the heat. Or was it the humans? Certainly, the heat was nothing.

Max, she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. There was once a strange, small man, she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. But there was a word shaker, too. One of the Jews on his way to Dachau had stopped walking now. He stood absolutely still as the others swerved morosely around him, leaving him completely alone. His eyes staggered and it was so simple. The words were given across from the girl to the Jew.

Markus Zusak

Tu sei il mio migliore amico, Ed». «Lo so.» Si può uccidere un uomo con una frase come questa.

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

Si domandò quando esattamente i libri e le parole avessero incominciato a significare non solamente qualcosa, ma tutto.

She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.

I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear. I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, this was it.

Kiedy zdecydowa?a si? opisa? swoj? histori?, rozwa?a?a dok?adnie, od kiedy ksi??ki i s?owa zacz??y znaczy? nie tylko to, co znaczy?y, lecz wszystko.