Quotes by Anthony Doerr

About Anthony Doerr:

Anthony Doerr is an American author of novels and short stories. He gained widespread recognition for his 2014 novel All the Light We Cannot See, which won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
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A good journal entry- like a good song, or sketch, or photograph- ought to break up the habitual and life away the film that forms over the eye, the finger, the tongue, the heart. A good journal entry ought to be a love letter to the world.

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Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us. We’d pass out every time we saw— actually saw— a flower. Imagine if we only got to see a cumulonimbus cloud or Cassiopeia or a snowfall once a century: there’d be pandemonium in the s...

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I’m thankful that everything sweet is sweet because it is finite.

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Did time move forward, through people, or did people move through it, like clouds across the sky?

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Don't you ever get tired of believing, Madame? Don't you ever want proof?

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----quick-witted, an open book in her lap; inside her chest pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.

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When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?

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Jutta whispers, “A girl got kicked out of the swimming hole today. Inge Hachmann. They said they wouldn’t let us swim with a half-breed. Unsanitary. A half-breed, Werner. Aren’t we half-breeds too? Aren’t we half our mother, half our father?

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The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness.

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On the rue de la Crosse, the Hotel of Bees becomes almost weightless for a moment, lifted in a spiral of flame, before it begins to rain the pieces back to the earth

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What the war did to dreamers.

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---on her best days, she glimpses the limitless span of millennia behind her: millions of years, tens of millions.

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He sweeps her hair back from her ears; he swings her above his head. he says she is his émerveillement. He says he will never leave her, not in a million years.

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This, she realizes, is the basis of all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.

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That something so small could be so beautiful. Worth so much. Only the strongest people can turn away from feelings like that.

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There is pride, too, though - pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how i...

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It was not,' said Jutta, reaching the limits of her French, 'very easy to be good then.

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It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.

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The moonlight shines and billows; the broken clouds scud above the trees. Leaves fly everywhere. But the moonlight stays unmoved by the wind, passing through clouds, through air, in what seems to Werner like impossibly slow imperturbable rays. They h...

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There are, he assures her, no such things as curses. There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day towards success or failure. But no curses.

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I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. R...

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Author Bio

  • NameAnthony Doerr
  • DescriptionAmerican writer
  • Born1973
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionNovelist
  • AwardsGuggenheim Fellowship; Rome Prize