Quotes About Words

He invited his people toward his own glorious heart, beckoning them with his finest, ugliest words, handpicked from his forests. And the people came. 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.

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.

The book. The words. Her hands were bleeding like they did when she first arrived here.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words stated not just to mean something, but everything.

politics. Later, they read some more in bed, adhering to the tradition of circling the words she didn't know and

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.

and when the man was sick, the word shaker allowed a single teardrop to fall on his face. The tear was made of friendship-a single word-and it dried and became a seed

She'll never understand the shyness of Sophie's words or the silence of her beauty.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started not just to mean something, but everything.

Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.

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. None

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.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything

THE BOOK THIEF—LAST LINE I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope that I am made them right.

Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gather from inside me. Even in the night, in bed, they woke me. They painted themselves onto the ceiling. They burned themselves onto the sheets of memory laid out in my mind. When I woke up the next day, I wrote the words down, on a torn-up piece of paper. And to me, the world changed color that morning.

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THE BEST word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words. That's why she could climb higher than anyone else. She had desire. She was hungry for them.

Les meilleurs secoueurs de mots étaient ceux qui avaient compris le pouvoir des mots. Ceux qui pouvaient monter le plus haut. Parmi eux se trouvait une fillette toute menue. On la considérait comme la meilleure secoueuse de mots de sa région, car elle savait que sans les mots, on était réduit à l'impuissance.

Elle, la voleuse de livres dépourvue de mots. Mais croyez-moi, les mots allaient venir et, lorsqu'ils arriveraient, Liesel les prendrait dans sa main, comme les nuages, et elle en exprimerait la substance, comme la pluie.

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. Outside

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.

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Leisel would held them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out, like the rain.

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words. She