“To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Any moment, it seemed, something could tear the sky and whatever was on the other sides would push through.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“To be in love was to be dazed twenty times a morning: by the latticework of frost on his windshield; by a… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Answers seemed to float through the space around him. It was about love. It was about getting handed at conception a gift… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Did time move forward, through people, or did people move through it, like clouds across the sky?” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
I went to Europe three times, I read dozens and dozens of books, I studied thousands of photos. But I always supplemented… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“he moved neither forward nor backward in time, but merely endured variations of the same day over and over. Maybe he was the one… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Open your eyes, the Frenchman on the radio used to say, and see what you can with them before they close forever.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Just when we think we have a system, ...the system collapses. Just when we know our way around, we get lost. Just when we… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“An hour passed and another and then, like a glass of water overfilled - the meniscus inverting, going convex, gravity pulling at the edges,… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“For dinner, he orders wild boar cooked with fresh mushrooms. And a full bottle of Bordeaux. Especially during wartime, such things remain important. They… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Do you know what happens, Etienne,” says Madame Manec from the other side of the kitchen, “when you drop a frog in a pot… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“You ever hope for something so much? So much you can't sleep, so much your skull hurts? But the thing is, you don't even… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Hope was a sunrise, a friend in the alley, a whisper in an empty corridor.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever. — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“...the air a library and the record of every life lived, every sentence spoken, every word transmitted still reverberating within it.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“silent desperation of everything they never said - gaps and absences in every conversation, the past circumscribing the present, the future hemming in the… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
