Die schönsten Buchzitate (Seite 4)

Verdammt sind wir, wie Figuren zu Leben, Sechzehn von uns wird es ewiglich geben. Weder Schwarz noch Weiß bleiben verschont im endlosen Kampf um Leben und Tod.

Blut für Blut, so muss es sein, jeder steht am Ende allein. Doch niemals gibt mein Herz mir ruh, denn verflucht bin ich und verflucht bist du.

Wäre es ein normales Mädchen gewesen, hätte ich nie ganz der sein können, der ich bin. Ich hätte immer Geheimnisse vor ihr gehabt, und die Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass sie nach diesem Sommer an die Schule zurückkommt und ich ohne jedes Wort verschwunden bin und auch verschwunden bleibe, wäre groß gewesen. Das ist nicht fair. Und für die Mädchen aus dem Spiel bin ich der König, nicht ihr Freund. Doch selbst wenn ich es zugelassen hätte, wäre ich wahrscheinlich an dem Gedanken zerbrochen, sie in diesem Spiel zu verlieren. Sie wäre mein Schwachpunkt. Und ich darf alles sein, nur nicht schwach.

Was an diesem Tag passiert war, hatte ich niemandem erzählt. Nur leider ließen sich die Gerüchte nicht ersticken, die kursierten, seit ich schreiend und um mich schlagend aus dem Wald gestürzt war. Cody hatte schon so oft versucht, mit mir zu reden, aber was sollte ich ihr sagen, ohne vollkommen durchgeknallt zu klingen?

Children have to grow into their imaginations like a pair of oversized shoes.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.

Small children are great accepters. They don't understand shame, or the need to hide things.

I think all mothers shine a little, you know, at least until their kids grow up enough to watch out for themselves.

He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.

But see that you get on. That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.

We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.

The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live inside of us, and sometimes, they win.

God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.

How many times, over how many years, had he - a grown man - asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

The wast majority of my thoughts revolved around her as though she was the center of my mind's gravity.

She could stay forever and it would not be long enough.

Perhaps romance always seemed a slightly foolish thing to everyone until one actually fell into it.

I was a predator. She was my prey.

She had changed me more than I'd known it was possible for me to change and still remain myself.

My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

I knew her well enough to see that the sight of so many books in one room was something of a dream to her.

Though I hated her, I was absolutely aware that my hatred was unjust. I knew that what I really hated was myself. And I would hate us both so much more when she was dead.

Her heart fluttered; my dead heart felt warmer.

The sky above me was clear, brilliant with stars, glowing blue in some places, yellow in others. The stars created majestic, swirling shapes against the black backdrop of the empty universe.

Die Zeiten der Vergangenheit
Sind uns ein Buch mit sieben Siegeln.

Denn was man schwarz auf weiß besitzt,
Kann man getrost nach Hause tragen.

Bei euch, ihr Herrn, kann man das Wesen
Gewöhnlich aus dem Namen lesen

When you lose your temper, you lose a friend. When you lie, you lose yourself.

Unfairness and injustice are two things that really threaten blind faith.

You cannot wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.

When you screw up you own it, you make amends, you learn your lesson.

Crying will release the sorrowful thoughts on the mind.

Verlasse etwas für jemanden, aber verlassen nie jemanden für etwas.

Leave something for someone but dont leave someone for something.

Du hast kein Recht etwas zu behalten, um das du dich nicht kümmern kannst.

If you can't look after something in your care, you have no right to keep it.

Hass ist so viel leichter zu gewinnen als Liebe - und so viel schwieriger, ihn wieder loszuwerden.

Hatred is so much easier to win than love - and so much harder to get rid of.

Nothing like having a bucket of cold water flung over you to make you see things as they really are!

I don't know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors.

Der beste Weg, Hindernisse zu überwinden, ist, sie als Trittsteine zu verwenden. Lache über sie, betrete sie uns lass dich zu etwas Besserem führen.

The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping-stones. Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.

I'm good at exploring roofs. You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.

The point is not that I don't recognise bad people when I see them - I grant you I may quite well be taken in by them - the point is that I know a good person when I see one.

"Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!" said Jimmy longingly. "How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!"

The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought it was just like daytime with the colours missing.

She realized she'd never felt this happy. Even at her old school, she had been an outsider, always the lonely girl, the one who stayed at home watching TV on Saturday nights while her friends went to parties and out on dates.

"Just follow my lead," I said. "It'll be fun."
"Please," Sam begged, "don't let those words be carved on my tombstone."

Sometimes you lie to deceive people. Sometimes you lie because you need the lie to become the truth.

In case you're wondering, Old York looks absolutely nothing like New York. It looks older.
Magnus Chase, master of description. You're welcome.

That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly.

Etiquette tip: If you're looking for the right time to leave a party, when the host yells, "No one leaves here alive," that's your cue.