sexta-feira, 4 de abril de 2014

O Prazer da Leitura (13)

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

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