The Book Thief Quotes With Page Number Novels & Stories

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

“I, um, I was wondering if you could find the passage in that book that I had asked about?” “Are you referring to the passage on page three?” He quips. “Um, no, actually, I’m pretty sure it’s on page six-hundred and forty-one.” I gulp, feeling tears prick my eyes. “Maybe it’s in a different book?” Pan pauses. “M-Mrs. Mason, I’m sure it must be in the same book. I will look it up for you. H-how about I bring the book to your home and we can look at it together? I can be there in an hour.”

Except for that black magic, this book is also confusing. I took the book from Ruby and took a look at it. My eyes widened when I noticed something. "There is a missing page." I checked the page numbers to prove that I was right. "Page 66 on chapter 6, it's missing." "666, is it the number of evil? Woah, this is really interesting." Hera exclaimed. "Let's look for it here." I told them, they quickly moved and looked for the missing page inside the library, maybe it was torn apart and was thrown in this room. Or maybe, someone has intentionally taken that and kept it so no one would know what's written in that page.

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.

Balancing the book in my left arm, I use my right index finger to trace the page of the title, seeing that it's at Page 284. My lips part slightly at this. So this is how I would have been searching for a long time if I hadn't gone through the index? I shake my head mentally at myself. Then I take in a breath and flip the book's pages to page 284. I'm anxious in a way, but I want to find out if Elayne really poisoned me. ... Or am I just allergic to the rose hip tea for high ranked wolves?

My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” Romeo and Juliet. I opened the book exactly to the page of the quote, as if my hands knew the way. I knew that passage by heart. How many times had we read it together, lying in bed, his head in my lap while I recited Shakespeare and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips? “Ma’am?” One of the men approached, his voice hesitant. He was young, maybe twenty-something, and looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. “Are you all right?”

“I have been trying to find the teleportation spell in the book.” I looked deeply into his eyes, desperately hoping that he was going to prove Calin wrong. “Oh that, It's on the fifth page.” He mumbled casually as he looked into my eyes. My heart sank. I couldn't believe it. Calin was right. “But you told me it was on the twenty-fifth page.” I took a few steps back, walking out of his arms. He then realized he had just stabbed himself in the foot. “I uh, I must have forgotten. It has been a very long time since I used the book.”

I fixed my gaze on the man who had the answers to all of my questions. “Where are we going?” he didn’t answer and went back to the book he was reading, ‘The Book Thief’ certainly not what I expect someone like him to read. Knowing it is useless to ask him, I leaned back into the comfortable chair which is very unlikely in a normal plane. “Where are all the other passengers?” I asked him again when he didn’t answer I pulled the book from his hand that sure got me the attention I was seeking.

"You'll find the margin note." He went through the door. Down the path. The second step on his side of the hedge didn't creak. She went back inside and upstairs and found the book where she'd left it on her desk. She opened to page 212. There, in pencil, in handwriting she didn't recognise but would from now on: a sentence underlined and next to it, in the margin, five words. This is the one I mean. The sentence underlined was this: He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”