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161 " The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips. "
― Markus Zusak , The Book Thief
162 " She kept watching the words. "
163 " The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? "
164 " A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please, be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster - I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result. "
165 " I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both. "
166 " Don't punish yourself,' she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing. "
167 " It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprises. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs. Which in turn brings me to the subject I am telling you about tonight, or today, or whatever the hour and color. It’s the story of one of those perpetual survivors –an expert at being left behind. "
168 " Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. 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. "
169 " She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her. "
170 " Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. "
171 " Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps. "
172 " 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. "
173 " And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me. "
174 " The day was gray, the color of Europe. "
175 " Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave. "
176 " If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it. It was the best time of her life. "
177 " Competence was attractive. "
178 " The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it. "
179 " They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever. "
180 " There were stars. They burned my eyes. "