Quotes from Markus Zusak

Supongo que lo que espero es la vida que vendrá más allá de estas páginas.

Somehow, though, and I'm sure you've met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. He was always just there. Not noticeable. Not important or particularly valuable.

Her fingertips are made of love. When she speaks, her voice is made of love.

God never says anything. You think you're the only one he never answers?

Puedo quedarme, Ed? Me acerco. —Claro que puedes quedarte esta noche. —Pero menea la cabeza y sus ojos finalmente se centran. Da un paso al frente y alarga un brazo. —No quiero decir esta noche —aclara—. Quiero decir para siempre.

Mama's] voice was surprisingly calm and caring. As you can imagine, this worried the girl a great deal. She'd have preferred to hear them arguing. Whispering adults hardly inspired confidence.

So many people chased after me in that time, calling my name, asking me to take them with me. Then there was the small percentage who called me casually over and whispered with their tightend voices.

Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala.

I watched the sky as it turned from silver to grey to the colour of rain. Even the clouds tried to look the other way.

She was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live.

I tried not to sleep because I was afraid of who might be there when I woke up.

When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity's certain breadth. They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.

Here's a small fact. You are going to die.

They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: "Get it done, get it done." So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more. Often

Se dio cuenta de que era mucho más fácil hallarse a las puertas de algo que haberlas cruzado.

She was holding desperately on to the words that had saved her life.

There were great big shrugs of breath of him...

no corrían tiempos para abandonarse a la esperanza, aunque casi pudiera tocarla.

Apesadumbrada, se dio cuenta de que los relojes no suenan a nada que se parezca siquiera a un tictac, sino al ruido que hace un martillo, arriba y abajo, golpeando una y otra vez contra el suelo. El sonido de una sepultura.

No está de más mencionar que todo patrón tiene siempre alguna brecha y que un día este acaba dando un vuelco o pasa página.

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? Who was there to soothe him as life's rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?

I notice a deliberate change in my brother. He's harder. He has a switch, and once a fight comes near, he flicks it and he is no longer my brother Rube. He's a machine.

La memoria me dice que en la parte de atrás [...] había muchos anhelos.

As palavras pousaram na mesa e se posicionaram no meio. As três pessoas ficaram a olhá-las. As tênues esperanças não ousaram elevar-se mais do que isso. Ele ainda não morreu. Ele ainda não morreu.