Markus Zusak Quotes

Believe it or not – it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

Burning words were torn from their sentences.

But Hans Junior wasn’t finished. He stepped closer and said, You’re either for the Führer or against him—and I can see that you’re against him. You always have been. Liesel watched Hans Junior in the...

But as they walked on, they stopped several times, to listen. They thought they could hear voices and words behind them, on the word shaker's tree.

But you'll come and get me if he wakes up, won't you? Just make something up. Scream out like I've done something wrong. Start swearing at me. Everyone will believe it, don't worry.

Byly tam hvězdy.Pálily mě z nich oči.

CHRISTMAS GREETINGS FROM MAX VANDENBURG Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala. Castillos de arena, castillos de naipes, por ahí empiezan. Su gran don es la capacidad de superación.

Cuando empezó a escribir su historia se preguntó por el momento exacto en que los libros y las palabras no sólo comenzaron a tener algún significado, sino que lo significaban todo

DEFINICIÓN NO ENCONTRADA EN EL DICCIONARIONo irse: acto de confianza y amor, a menudo descifrado por los niños.

Death about Heil Hitlering p. 117-118.You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wirst with all of that. You'd only need to be facing the wrong way at the wr...

Death's Diary: 1942 -It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to just name a few. Forget the scythe, God damn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a holiday.(...) They say that war is de...

Descarada y alegre, una trilogía de felicidad avanzaría con el verano y se adentraría en el otoño. Sin embargo, algo le pondría un brusco final. La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

Det enda jag hör efter det är min egna andhämtning och ljudet av lukten, av mina egna steg

Did you learn?The face in the corner watched the flames. I did. There was a considerable pause. Until I was nine. At that age, my mother sold the music studio and stopped teaching. SHe kept only the o...

Don't get caught.' This from a man who'd stolen a Jew.

Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.

Don't punish yourself,' she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

Don’t go, papa. Please. Her spoon-holding hand is shaking. First we lost Max. I can’t lose you now, too.

Don’t think, I told myself. Think nothingness. But even nothingness was something. It was a thought.