Anthony Doerr Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Anthony Doerr
Anthony Doerr Famous Quotes & Sayings
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quick-witted, an open book in her lap; inside her chest pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.
In the infinite permutation of an ice crystal, everything repeats itself, but, really, from another point of view, nothing repeats itself.
He is a man who understands the power of the German soil, who feels its dark prehistoric vigor thudding in his very cells.
Who had he been? A failed father, a runaway husband. A son. A packet of unopened letters. He was dead; he was dead.
Hope is something that can be very dangerous but without it life would be horribly dry. Impossible, even.
She was crying now, quietly, inhaling so vehemently it was as if she were trying to suck the tears back into her eyes.
The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane. The
Over time his images of the baby, like photographs handled too often, had worn down and creased, lost their definition.
Is it dawn? She climbs the ladder and presses her ear to the trapdoor. No more sirens. Maybe the house burned
Anyone who has spent a few nights in a tent during a storm can tell you: The world doesn't care all that much if you live or die.
He says there are sixty-five million specimens in this place, and if you have the right teacher, each can be as interesting as the last.
A scientist's work, cadet, is determined by two things. His interests and the interests of his time. Do
Into the stillness come the voices of his masters, echoing from one side of his head while memory speaks from the other.
The Goddess of History looked down to earth. Only through the hottest fires can purification be achieved.
There are comforts in knowing the boundaries of the place you live. Everyone here seems to behave like things are endless.
Memory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitary
Fifteen and a half years as incontestable, a continent he'd never visit, a staircase he'd never climb.
He was failing at everything important. A room away his daughter was sitting with her face in her hands and he could not go to her.
The bookseller said it's in two parts, and this is the first. I thought that next year, if we keep saving, we can get the second -
Yet they spoke now across a glass-topped dining table as if words were just words, as if their histories were equivalent.
Even the banana plantations, the big, hardy trees on the flanks of Mount St. Andrew, seemed to lilt and acquiesce in the heat.
Marie-Laure is glad to hear a smile enter his voice. But beneath it she can sense his thoughts fluttering like trapped birds.
Memory is a house with ten thousand rooms; it is a village slated to be inundated." from "Village 113
Nearly every species that has ever lived has gone extinct, Laurette. No reason to think we humans will be any different!
March, rain at the windows, and he had to be up at five the next morning. He listened to the click and patter of drops against the panes.
My preference is for prose with more silence in it, language that contains more pockets of strangeness.
Who will lie on her back and let her last breath curl up to the ceiling as a curse upon the invaders.
Von Rumpel laughs. He appreciates that they are trying to play the game. But don't they understand that the winner has already been determined? He
the air would get so heavy with moisture he imagined he could feel each bloated molecule as it toppled into his lungs.
A foot of steel looks as if it has been transformed into warm butter and gouged by the fingers of a child,
on her best days, she glimpses the limitless span of millennia behind her: millions of years, tens of millions.
That something so small could be so beautiful. Worth so much. Only the strongest people can turn away from feelings like that.
He wondered if such things were born into people. If perhaps we cannot alter who we are - if the place we come from dictates the place we will end up.
Jutta opens her eyes but doesn't look at him. 'Don't tell lies. Lie to yourself, Werner, but don't lie to me.
This, she realizes, is the basis of all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.
How wonderful it is to by my age - our age - and learn you were wrong about such a fundamental thing.