Markus Zusak Quotes

I imagine I’ll crouch there at the door, fall onto him, and cry hard into the stench of his fur. I’ll wait for him to wake up, but he won’t. I’ll bury him. I’ll carry him outside, feeling his warmth t...

I see myself beneath her.Being taken and made love to.I feel her.I know her.Taste her champagne mouth.Ignore the ugly teeth.Just shut my eyes and taste her.

I think of how she lives alone, just like me, and how she never had any real family, and how she only has sex with people. She never lets any love get in the way. I think she had a family once, but it...

I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

I want to talk to him.I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.Nothing, however, exits my mouth. How well do we really let ourselves know each other?There's a long qu...

I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.

I'm just another stupid human.

I'm pretty much just hoping to live decent. I hope that's enough.

I'm still standing here. Okay, it's a crummy front porch I stand on, cracked to shithouse, and who am I to say that the world isn't the same?

Ich fürchte ebenfalls, dass am Ende gar nichts zu Ende sein wird. Die Dinge gehen einfach weiter, solange die Erinnerung das Sagen hat und immer eine weiche Stelle in deinen Gedanken findet, um an die...

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.And that's when I realize: I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the mess...

If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? W...

In a way, I wish I could be like that. You'd never worry or care about anything that really mattered. You'd be happy, in the same pitiful way someone like our friend Ritchie is. Nothing affects you, a...

It travelled and wondered, but it disclosed no answers. Not yet.

It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.

It's the sound of my breathing that gets me, pouring down into my lungs and then tripping back up my throat.

It’s pathetic—how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great. Trudy

Jedna byla zlodějka knih.Ten druhý kradl oblohu.

Jewish shops that were still in operation in Molching. Inside, a small man was stuttering about, crushing the broken glass beneath his feet as he cleaned up.