The Book Thief Quotes With Page Number Novels & Stories

N.B: This chapter contains graphic/Violent scenes. This is my first time writing something like this though, I hope it’s not too terrible. “Whoever fights monsters should see that in the process he does not become a monster himself. And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you” Ten-year-old Sebastian read out the passage from the book by Friedrich Nietzsche to the woman standing beside the stove. He closed the book and looked over at her.

* * * He did do as he promised. He escorted me to the library. Him with Evans were discussing while I flipped the pages of the magic book. I acted like I wasn't interested in whatever they were talking about, but my ears were actually listening to their discussion. I didn't realize I've been flipping through the pages over and over again and this is the third time, I'd say. " You can just turn to page eighty three, that's where it is." Evans said.

But tucked between the pages was a small note, scrawled hastily and marked with a seal in red wax. “If they find me, I will hide this book in the Haven. To my daughter: Do not hate the world for what it took. Let the fire in your veins light the way home. A.L.” Arla pressed the book to her chest. A fresh wave of grief, gentler this time, washed over her. Cedric stepped forward and placed a hand on her back. “She knew you’d return.” Cassian stood beside the fountain, staring at a symbol pulsing beneath the water.

Tyson She keeps flipping the pages and skimming through them, searching for what love is. It's funny we hunt for things that are right in front of us, but we can barely recognise them. Either we refused to or we are ignorant of them. Take this quote from me. I guess she was done going through the books on her desk because she stood up heading towards the book shelf to return them. I stand on my feet to follow her since it is kind of dark, I can't let her walk around without me by her side.

commanded Gerald. “I-I’ll talk! J-just flip to the fifteenth page of that book! Once you get to that page, place your hand on it…!” yelled the terrified girl as she began pointing toward an ancient-looking book on one of the shelves. Grabbing it, Gerald then asked, “This sutra?” “Y-yeah!” whimpered the girl as Gerald did as she instructed…

Each flutter of paper carried the weight of centuries-old knowledge, as if the very essence of the curse lingered within the inked imprints. Page after page slipped through her fingers, time standing still in the midst of our shared quest for answers. The rustle of parchment echoed like a whisper in the dimly lit space, punctuating the silence that enveloped us. And then, as if guided by an invisible hand, Lucy's searching eyes found the middle of the book, the coveted chapter that held the potential to unveil the secrets I so desperately sought.

“I love you.” “I love you.” End of Book Eleven

Her mind hovering around on who this person was. She could feel her heart beating with so much desperation, watching this fat store owner, turning the pages over and over. He soon arrived at the middle of the book and stopped. His fingers sliding down from one name to another. Until he finally found the right person. "There it is. Number thirty six, down at this page," he said, notifying Naevia. Naevia grabbed the book and turned it over to see. " Thirty six, thirty six," she recited with so much anticipation.

I have spent enough time here already. I was about to leave when I saw it. On his liquor table. It was sitting beside the bottle, why hadn't I seen it? I picked it up and hastily flipped through the pages to page number 186. My eyes scanned through the words and they finally landed on what I was looking for. ‘It had to be done. It had to be done.’ I gasped and slammed the book close. It was real. Everything I had seen so far was real. This book just proved that.

“That book! That one right there. Did you touch it with your filthy, undeserving hands? If you did, you’ll be staying here longer to repent for the crime.” My eyes widen at his assertive threat. I couldn’t stay here any longer. I knew I just couldn’t. It was then I looked to my right to see the thick book. Of course, I had looked. I gleamed several pages of torment the sun’s bastard endured before I heard his footsteps. Of course, I put it exactly back in its place before taking my position where I originally was. But in that moment, I eyed the book as if it was the first time I had ever seen it. “Oh, I didn’t know you left that here. What is it?”