Quotes from Markus Zusak

and when the man was sick, the word shaker allowed a single teardrop to fall on his face. The tear was made of friendship-a single word-and it dried and became a seed

unas lágrimas, que parecían de cristal, le resbalaban por la piel a pesar de no estar llorando. Se las habían arrancado a golpes.

when they laugh, you can see the world in their eyes.

It's true," people will mutter. "I don't care if you don't believe me. It was that fox who saved my life

It's funny how there are things in this world that do nothing but annoy you, but you know you'd miss them when they're gone.

She'll never understand the shyness of Sophie's words or the silence of her beauty.

the threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers

There was the smell of pea soup, something burning and confrontation.

The science of Papa's trade brought him an even greater level of respect. It was well and good to share bread and music, but it was nice for Liesel to know that he was also more than capable in his occupation. Competence was attractive.

Statues with beating hearts.

There was one thing that would never change. It was impossible to be angry at him for long.

Singurul lucru mai r?u decât un b?iat care te urâÅŸte.Un b?iat care te iubeÅŸte.

My heart is so tired,' Ã¢â'¬Â the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel, writing in her diary. No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

It kills me sometimes, how people die

Words are heavy...The words were stapled to her.

No-one's urine smells as good as your own.

none of them had it. They had no qualms about stealing, but they needed to be told. They liked to be told, and Viktor Chemmel liked to be the teller. It was a nice microcosm.

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, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.

There was once a strange, small man. But there was a world shaker, too.

Alles gut, Saumensch? No necesitaba una respuesta. Todo iba bien. Pero era terrible.

It felt as though the while globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a jumper.

It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors- an expert at being eft behind.

You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation. It worked.

Ahí radicaba el problema. La vida había dado un giro de ciento ochenta grados y, sin embargo, era esencial que actuaran como si nada hubiera ocurrido. Imagínate que tienes que sonreír después de recibir un bofetón. Y luego imagínate que tienes que hacerlo las veinticuatro horas del día.