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" Jesus, Mary …”
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen.
With wonder, she smiled.
That such a room existed!
Even when she tried to wipe the smile away with her forearm, she realized instantly that it was a pointless exercise. She could feel the eyes of the woman traveling her body, and when she looked at her, they had rested on her face.
There was more silence than she ever thought possible. It extended like an elastic, dying to break. The girl broke it.
“Can I?”
The two words stood among acres and acres of vacant, wooden-floored land. The books were miles away.
The woman nodded.
Yes, you can "
― Markus Zusak , The Book Thief
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" It's that feeling you get somehow knowing that something great is about to happen... about to happen.
While every passing day nothing great really does happen. You wake up, go to classes, study, sleep and wait for another monotonous day.
You know the great day is not tomorrow, not even the day after, not even in a week or a month's time.
But it says it will come soon, the way you live your life, one day at a time, only to realize 20 years have elapsed effortlessly.
It will come soon, the way you meet someone without expecting or knowing that you are going to have so much fun together.
It will come soon, the way dreams come true overnight- demanding years of perspiration, ironically.
It will come soon like a gush of cold air in a hot afternoon.
It will come soon like a stranger you feel you have already met.
It will come like a guest who would be here to stay.
It will come like an eternity, a serendipity, an irony.
It will come when it is time for it to come, the way you fall asleep and dreams arrive from a distant land, surely but stealthily. "
― Sanhita Baruah