Quotes from Markus Zusak

Había un tren y un niño tosiendo. Había nieve y una niña destrozada por el dolor.

moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir.

She was compelled to see the thing lit. She couldn't help it. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate

No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

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That would make two weeks, she would later write in the basemen. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it.

THE BEST word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words. That's why she could climb higher than anyone else. She had desire. She was hungry for them.

breathing then, for

I would have not taken it badly. After reading 'The Book Thief', I discovered that she called everyone that 'Saukerl', 'Saumensen'. Especially the people she loved

Ella era una ladrona de libros. Él asaltaba el cielo.

She remembered her books in the moments of worst sorrow, especially the ones that were made for her and the one that saved her life.

I'm going to find him." "Your papa?" "Yes." He thought about it. "Actually, no. I think I'll find the Führer instead." Faster footsteps. "Why?" Rudy stopped. "Because I want to kill him." He even turned on the spot, to the rest of the world. "Did you hear that, you bastards?" he shouted. "I want to kill the Führer!

The sun stirs the earth. Around and around, it stirs us, like stew.

War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition.

England and France had made their declaration on Germany. To steal a phrase from Hans Hubermann: The fun begins.

He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, i know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, i know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart

If there are alleys inside me, there must also be hallways. I

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear?

Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone.

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do—the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

Why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right.

Certo che sei reale», leggo, «come lo è qualunque pensiero, qualunque storia. Diventa tutto reale quando tu ci sei dentro.»

Le hablas de mí? Liesel no pudo responder enseguida. Tal vez fue la súbita sacudida amorosa que sintió por él. ¿O había sido así siempre? Era probable. Privada del habla, deseó que la besara, que la agarrara de la mano y la atrajera hacia él. No importaba dónde. En la boca, en el cuello, en la mejilla. Tenía toda la piel libre para él, a la espera.