Quote by Anthony Doerr Download Open image ““His heart was a catapult in his chest.”” — Anthony Doerr ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Drowned out by the sound of his heart throwing itself against his ribcage.” — Amy Zhang Copy Share Image
“Anytime his gaze fell upon her, it was always the same. That awful chest pain, so relentless it was like his heart exploded.” — Allie Burke Copy Share Image
“Meanwhile, I was pretty sure that he had just reached into my chest and pulled out my poor little dweller heart. Now it was… — Jaymin Eve Copy Share Image
“His declaration pierced through the muscle of her heart like a skillfully thrown knife. It was the kind of pain that made her feel… — Stephanie Perkins Copy Share Image
“The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed.” — e lockhart Copy Share Image
“...he wondered dismally when his heart had been so thoroughly lost to an enemy.” — P.L. Nunn 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
