Revenge is a dish best served cold


A theory states that

People observe the colours of the day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. I make a point to notice them.

The Book Thief
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03 diciembre, 2009

They can see no reasons

because there are no reasons.

What reasons do you need to die?

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