Quotes from Markus Zusak

Henry Street.

No irse: acto de confianza y amor, a menudo descifrado por los niños.

Because deep down you know that this small piece of changing fortune is a signal of things to come.

and it feels good to be good for something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad

He [Rudy] placed the smiling teddy bear cautiously onto the pilot's shoulder. The tip of its ear touching his throat. the dying man breathed it in, He spoke. In English, he said 'Thank you.

The sound of the accordion was, in fact, also the announcement of safety.

El afecto, la amistad y el amor no son palabras huecas sino verbos vivos: si quieres saber, pregunta; si pretendes ayudar, actúa; si quieres cambiar, no esperes. A menudo son los pequeños gestos los que mueven el mundo.

Azt hiszem az emberek szeretnek nézni egy kis pusztítást. Homokvár, kártyavár, ezzel kezdik. És egyre nagyobb dolgok jönnek-ehhez nagy tehetségük van.

El anciano se enderezó y empezó a insultarlos con un fervor

Devi capire una cosa, Ed.» «Cosa?» E poi, cauta, lo dice: «Che tu ci creda o no… bisogna provare un amore profondo per odiarti come ti odio io». Tento di comprendere.

Rudy, please, wake up, God**** it, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up...

He wanted to walk out—Lord, how he wanted to (or at least he wanted to want to)—but he knew he wouldn't. It was much the same as the way he left his family in Stuttgart, under a veil of fabricated loyalty. To live. Living was living. The price was guilt and shame.

A SMALL BUT NOTE WORTHY NOTE I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They're running at me. He

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. She only realised her mother had come back for her when she felt the boniness of a hand on her shoulder. She was being dragged away. A warm scream filled her throat.

MEET A PRIEST DAY

Hals und Beinbruch, Saukerl.

Believe it or not - it takes a lot of love to hate you.

Liesel was tempted to ask her the meaning, but it never eventuated.

HERE IS A SMALL FACT You are going to die. The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.

No había horas ni minutos que los separaran de la despedida: sólo un abrazo

When she made it down to Munich Street, the book thief swerved in and out of the umbrellaed men and women—a rain-cloaked girl who made her way without shame from one garbage can to another.

I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

She slept a lot and didn't dream, and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was asleep.

You are like he was, Keith enlightens me, and just like him you were most likely to die in the same way - a quarter of what you could have been...