But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Sometimes living in the shadows is the only thing you can do to help a friend. Dont worry when the sun shines people will see you were always there to guide them through the pain.

Age doesn't determine maturity. It's the depth of life that does, not its duration.

Death carries with it a certain dread. It [is] the enemy, the great, mysterious monster that makes people quake with fear.

What is it with you and that book?"Rafael laughed. "We have a personal relationship.

Follow your dreams. Just make sure to have fun too.

Filmmakers tell stories to explore human nature, which is always a flawed thing.

Mathematics is the most beautiful and most powerful creation of the human spirit.

Children are amazing. Believe in yourself and stay strong. And remember that there are people out there who can help you when things get tough.

In baseball, my theory is to strive for consistency, not to worry about the numbers. If you dwell on statistics you get shortsighted; if you aim for consistency, the numbers will be there at the end.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.