Between Shades Of Gray Quotes
"You stand for what is right, Lina, without the expectation of gratitude or reward."
"Promise me that if anyone tries to help you, you will ignore them. We will resolve this ourselves."
"Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's was worth a pocket watch."
"We're sorted into groups of some kind. They keep bringing people and shoving them in."
"We must all take just a bit, to ensure everyone can eat."
"Stalin has a plan, my love. The Kremlin will do anything to see it through."
"I know exactly what I am saying," the man replied, staring at me.
"It's not just us, dear. I imagine he's doing the same to Latvia, Estonia, and Finland. It's complicated."
"Don't be a fool, woman," barked the bald man. "If you make room, they'll just cram more people in here."
"Papa said I could help him, but how could I help him if we were really going to Siberia?"
"How could they complain about a field trip to the art museum? I had been looking forward to it for months."
"The sound it made against the paper gave me chills."
"He could find me if I left a trail of drawings."
"They show a depth of emotion well beyond your years."
"We must all stay together. It's very important."
"How could we stand up for ourselves if everyone cowered in fear and refused to speak?"
"Keep thinking of your father and of our house. We must keep it alive in our hearts."
"I would draw the commander firing, Mother on her knees with her head in her hands."
"A guilty conscience is not worth extra food. Think of the demands that could be made of me in that office. And think of what could happen to people. I don’t need that on my soul. I’ll persevere like everyone else."
"Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness. There's love and emotion trying to express itself, but at the time, it just ends up being awkward."
"Good men are often more practical than pretty. Andrius just happens to be both."
"Sometimes kindness can be delivered in a clumsy way. But it's far more sincere in its clumsiness than those distinguished men you read about in books."
"We clung to our rusted dreams during the times of silence. It was at gunpoint that I fell into every hope and allowed myself to wish from the deepest part of my heart."
"People argued about those who signed. The first night someone signed, I was furious. Mother told me to feel sorry for the person, that they had been pushed over the edge of their identity."
"What would I have left if I gave them my self-respect?"
"Trust crumbled. People began to question each other’s motives and planted seeds of doubt."
"I thought of Papa, telling me to be careful with my drawing."
"Paint it as you see it. Even if it’s a sunny day but you see darkness and shadows. Paint it as you see it."
"Stalin had taken my home and my father. Now he had taken my birthday."
"Frosting. I remembered the creamy consistency and sweetness."
"This will be a unique one. Soon this will all be a memory."
"This one’s Dombey and Son. It was the only Dickens I could find."
"Really, thank you. It’s a wonderful present."
"Stalin’s psychology of terror seemed to rely on never knowing what to expect."
"Don’t give them anything, Lina, not even your fear."
"Be careful who you talk to. Don’t let your guard down, okay?"
"We were lucky. We had only thirty-three people in our car."
"Under Hitler or Stalin, this war will end us all."
"I want to know," objected the bald man. "I want to know what might be available if the opportunity presents itself for one of you."
"Probably that he wants us to steal things for him," I said.
"Well, go find some wood for the stove then!" said the bald man.
"Don't send her to steal. I'll go find something," I said.
"Is Mother okay?" I asked Jonas as we walked out of our mud hut.
"Think about it. We've seen her nibble, but she's always giving us bread," I said.
"Yes, or at least part of it," I said. Mother was starving herself to feed us.
"Freezing." The wind sliced through my clothing and stabbed at my skin.
"Do you want my coat?" he asked. "I think it will fit."
"No, then you'll be cold," I said. "But thanks."
"My hands are already freezing! Give me your mittens. It's only for a few minutes. You can put your hands in your pockets."
"I thought all of Auntie's family was in Germany," I said.
"Apparently she has a relative in America. She gets letters from him. He's in Pennsylvania."
"Who's going to Germany?" I yelled from the dining room.
"Accessory? He committed no crime, Lina. He helped them. They're family," she said.
"How selfish! How could they do this to us?" I said.
"They had to give up things, too," said Jonas.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "They gave up nothing! We gave it all for them."
"Her studies. Joana wanted to be a doctor as much as I wanted to be an artist."
"How will we survive without bread?" asked Mrs. Rimas.
"Come, Mother. A storm is coming." Her legs couldn't carry her.
"Me, too," he said. He walked away, leaving me on the ground with Mother.
"I love you, Mother," I whispered. "I love you, Papa."
"She had a beautiful spirit," said the man who wound his watch.
"Please, don't let them take her body," said Jonas to Mrs. Rimas.
"She looks pretty," said Jonas, standing at the side of Grandma's coffin.
"Why is it so hard to die?" asked the bald man.
"We are going to live. Do you hear me? We're going home."
"We'll do our best. That's all we have," said Mrs. Rimas.
"I do hate him," I said. "He could help us. He chooses not to."
"We must do something!" I cried to Jonas and Mrs. Rimas.
"You want to draw me like this? Like your beloved Munch?" Kretzsky asked.
"We have to work today," said Mrs. Rimas. "We need rations, wood."