Markus Zusak Quotes

A veces me mata ver cómo muere la gente.

A veces, en el sótano, se levantaba con el regusto del acordeón en sus oídos y saboreaba el resquemor dulzón del champán en la lengua.

According to her, all her kids have done quite well except me,

Achilles.

Acho que, quando alguém lhe conta uma coisa que costuma guardar, você se sente privilegiado, não por saber algo que ninguém mais sabe, mas por se sentir escolhido. Dá a impressão de que aquela pessoa...

All afternoon, I read. I fall asleep once as well, no disrespect to the writers.

An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me. When I start thinking like that, I become so exhausted, and I don't have the luxury of indulging fatigue.

And I'm not too great at that sort of comforting thing, especially when my hands are cold and the bed is warm. I carried him softly through the broken street, with one salty eye and a heavy, deathly h...

And far away, in the room that stretched like a bridge to a nameless town, her brother, Werner, played in the cemetery snow.

And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.

Anhelaba volver a la inconsciencia de entonces, a sentir tanto amor sin saberlo y a confundirlo con las risas y el pan untado con poco más que el aroma de la mermelada.Fue la mejor época de su vida.Au...

Another noteworthy point is that the first was stolen from snow and the second from fire.

As I’ve been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope, considering the length of time I’ve been performing this job. The trouble is, who could ever replace m...

As Rudy slumped into the corner and flicked mud from his sleeve at the window, Franz fired him the Hitler Youth's favourite question:'When was our Führer Adolf Hitler born?'Rudy looked up. 'Sorry?'The...

As always, she was carrying the washing. Rudy was carrying two buckets of cold water, or as he put it, two buckets of future ice.

As if sensing the oncoming theatre, the pigeons arrived from nowhere, and dug in close on the powerlines. They were perched on TV aerials, and, God forbid, on the trees. There was also a single crow,...

As the density subsided, the rollcall of names limped through the ruptured streets, sometimes ending with an ash-filled embrace, or a knelt-down howl of grief. They accumulated, hour by hour, like swe...

Así y todo, ella llora en el porche y yo desearía acercarme y abrazarla. Desearía rescatarla y mecerla entre mis brazos.«¿Cómo puede la gente vivir así?»«¿Cómo consiguen sobrevivir?»Tal vez por eso es...

At that moment, Liesel was amazed by the width of the doorway. There was so much space. Why did people need so much space to get through the door? Had Rudy been there, he’d have called her an idiot—it...