Markus Zusak Quotes

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.

She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.

Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them

The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that’s never a good sign.

***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.

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

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?

They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.

You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.

It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.

The day was gray, the color of Europe.

She was a girl with a mountain to climb.

Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.

The thrill of being ignored!

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

The flyscreen door slammed behind me. My feet dragged. I reached each arm into the jacket. Warm sleeves. Crumpled collar. Hands in pockets. Okay. I walked.

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

One wild card was yet to be played.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.

When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.

You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.

Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

I just want to write someone’s favorite book

One of the best things about her was that she actually acknowledged my existence.

Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

We expressed love for this dog by ... knowing without showing that we cared for him.

Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.

When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.

That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.

...they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air.

I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.

Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.

in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.