Markus Zusak Quotes

И пак тя щеше да покаже на мен, още веднъж, че една възможност води до друга, също както един риск води до още рискове, един живот до още живот и една смърт до още смърт.

Обездоленные стараются всегда быть в движении, словно перемена мест может чем-то помочь. Не понимают, что в конце пути их будет ждать старая беда в новом обличье — родственник, целовать которого прети...

Справедливо е да се отбележи, че през всичките тези години от управлението на Хитлер никой не беше служил толкова вярно на фюрера, колкото мен. Хората нямат сърца като моето. Човешкото сърце е линия,...

—No, Sophie, no soy un santo. Solo otro estúpido ser humano.

* * ХУЖЕ МАЛЬЧИШКИ, КОТОРЫЙ ТЕБЯ НЕНАВИДИТ, ТОЛЬКО ОДНО * * *— мальчишка, который тебя любит.

Противоречивите политически *** убеждения на Алекс Щайнер.Той беше член на Нациската партия, но не мразеше евреите, нито пък някой друг в това отношение. Тайно обаче, не можеше да не почуства известно...

Ти си най добрият ми приятел,Ед - казва тя след малко.-Знам.Тези думи могат да убият един мъж.Без пистолет.Без куршуми.Достатъчни са думите и едно момиче.

A murderer should probably do many things, but he should never, under any circumstances, come home.

After a miscarriaged pause, the mayor’s wife edged forward and picked up the book. She was battered and beaten up, and not from smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from he...

Although something inside told her that this was a crime—after all, her three books were the most precious items she owned—she was compelled to see the thing lit. She couldn't help it. I guess humans...

As for me, I remained a few moments longer. I waved. No one waved back.

Certainly war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity.

Crossword? he would ask.

For now, Rudy and Liesel made their way onto Himmel Street in the rain. He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, t...

He was a wasteland in a suit; he was bent-postured, he was broken.

In bed, she read with Papa, who could tell something was wrong. It was the first time in a month that he’d come in and sat with her, and she was comforted, if only slightly. Somehow, Hans Hubermann al...

Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

Las calles de la ciudad estaban llenas de gente, pero la extranjera no se habría sentido más sola de haber estado desiertas.

Liesel was sure her mother carried the memory of him, slung over her shoulder. She dropped him. She saw his feet and legs and body slap the platform. How could that woman walk? How could she move? Tha...