Quotes from Markus Zusak

They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip—

A ako tip poput tebe može zasukati rukave i u?initi ono što si ti u?inio za sve te ljude, možda može svatko. Možda svatko može živjeti izvan granica onoga za što se smatra sposobnim.

For a few moments, Liesel said nothing. It was one of those conversations that require some time to elapse between exchanges.

The words are spat through the phone line. They're loud and wet in my ear. "Y' big dickhead." She's lovely, isn't she?

When a woman with an iron fist tells you to get out there and clean spit off the door, you do it. Especially when the iron's hot.

Nije to neka velika stvar, ali valjda je stvarno istina – velike stvari tek su male stvari koje ljudi zamje?uju.

That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.

was January 1939.

At that moment, Liesel was amazed by the width of the doorway. There was so much space. Why did people need so much space to get through the door? Had Rudy been there, he'd have called her an idiot—it was to get all their stuff inside.

As Liesel would discover, a good thief requires many things. Stealth. Nerve. Speed. More important than any of those things, however, was one final requirement. Luck.

Perhaps it was her first realization that criminality spoke for itself. Irrefutable.

If you're optimistic, think of it as bronze.

There were people of every stature, but amongst them, the poor were the most easily recognised. The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip - the relative you cringe to kiss.

Keep living Ed...It's only the pages that stop here.

Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the art of forgetting.

The last words of Max Vandenburg - You've done enough.

despite the violent architecture of his skull—the endless jawline, stretching for miles; the pop-up cheek-bones; and the pothole eyes.

Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi. Ne zbog izgleda. Ne zbog onoga Å¡to govore. Nego zbog onoga Å¡to jesu.

A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH: I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

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 her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

saumensching:

llevó el Führer? La pregunta los sorprendió

walk into the living room (which doubled as the Hubermanns' bedroom), pull the accordion