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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2d57622 | I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain. Even the clouds were trying to get away. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 41b4e35 | He would wink at the girl, and clumsily, she'd wink back. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 84436a2 | Max," she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. "There was once a strange, small man," she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. "But there was a word shaker, too." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 051948a | It's pathetic how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great" -Hans Junior" | patriotism | Markus Zusak | |
| 2e97efc | Sergeant Stephan Schneider | Markus Zusak | ||
| dfa6ce5 | Max," she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. "'There was once a strange, small man,'" she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. "But there was a word shaker, too." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8912fb9 | Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 835bec1 | A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR I am haunted by humans. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 92ffbe2 | I imagine I'll crouch there at the door, fall onto him, and cry hard into the stench of his fur. I'll wait for him to wake up, but he won't. I'll bury him. I'll carry him outside, feeling his warmth turn to cold as the horizon frays and falls down in my backyard. For now, though, he's okay. I can see him breathing. He just smells like he's dead. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a83eb47 | him. "Don't think. Just swallow." As soon as Mama handed" | Markus Zusak | ||
| d7a51ea | The only thing worse than a boy who hates you- a boy who loves you. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e5aa4d6 | The only thing worse than a boy who hates you... a boy who loves you. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5d61b5c | The only thing worse than a boy who hates you; a boy who loves you. | Markus Zusak | ||
| edbc528 | People create their own obstacles. | Anna Sui | ||
| 4fb36fb | walk into the living room (which doubled as the Hubermanns' bedroom), pull the accordion | Markus Zusak | ||
| 59e103c | Sometimes she would whisper the word Mama and see her mother's face a hundred times in a single afternoon. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 2d1b87f | he tried not to look back as the stale bread disintegrated in his stomach. A few times, he shifted again and watched the lights become only a handful | Markus Zusak | ||
| e349ff1 | Duden Dictionary Meaning #2 Verzeihung - Forgiveness: to stop feeling anger, animosity, or resentment. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c76c36e | 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. | Markus Zusak | ||
| f29cdb6 | Acho que, quando alguem lhe conta uma coisa que costuma guardar, voce se sente privilegiado, nao por saber algo que ninguem mais sabe, mas por se sentir escolhido. Da a impressao de que aquela pessoa quer que a vida dela se entrelace com a sua. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 638bcdf | Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody, | Markus Zusak | ||
| 2131399 | politics. Later, they read some more in bed, adhering to the tradition of circling the words she didn't know and | Markus Zusak | ||
| 637ddb9 | I am a result. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8d0527e | Saumensch, du dreckiges--it's about time! | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3de2f22 | Keep playing, Papa. Papa stopped. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 050cd59 | The word communist + a large bonfire + a collection of dead letters + the suffering of her mother + the death of her brother = the Fuhrer | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8575f6f | Rudy, please, wake up. God damn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come one, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up... | Markus Zusak | ||
| ef8a5bf | Rudy, please, wake up. God damn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up... | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7184ab2 | He talked to people and fooled them into liking him, trusting him. He talked to them while he was killing them, torturing and turning the knife. It was only when there was no one to talk to that he whistled, which was why he did so after a murder... | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3ce71ab | It takes a lot of love to hate you like this. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 341b9eb | Mela narozeniny, ale darek dala ona me. | Markus Zusak | ||
| a0beee6 | Byly tam hvezdy. Palily me z nich oci. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ae613ef | Jedna byla zlodejka knih. Ten druhy kradl oblohu. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7af3078 | To moje srdce je unavene. Trinactilete srdce by si tak pripadat nemelo. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 070ca59 | llevo el Fuhrer? La pregunta los sorprendio | Markus Zusak | ||
| 93c3751 | Herr Vogel from Heide Strasse. "Made all his money from his father. He throws it away on women" | Markus Zusak | ||
| afcf495 | The rot started | Markus Zusak | ||
| 731ed22 | a letter to her for? You have to put up with her every day." Papa was schmunzel" | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4618dd2 | I guess it's for life beyond these pages. | Markus Zusak | ||
| dadd6ee | Jewish shops that were still in operation in Molching. Inside, a small man was stuttering about, crushing the broken glass beneath his feet as he cleaned up. | Markus Zusak | ||
| cca16db | Maxi Taxi, you've got him now, you've got him, Jew boy, you've got him, you've got him!" A small kid with soft tufts of hair, a beaten nose, and swampy eyes, Max was a good head shorter" | Markus Zusak | ||
| 2c5719c | moments, Liesel stood. The corridor was huge. She examined the soldier in her palm. Instinct told her to run home immediately, but common sense did not allow it. Instead, she placed the ragged soldier in her pocket and returned to the classroom. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ec93944 | Max," she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. One of the Jews on his way to Dachau had stopped walking now. He stood absolutely still as the others swerved morosely around him, leaving him completely alone. His eyes staggered and it was so simple. The words were given across from the girl to the Jew." | Markus Zusak | ||
| c71867f | A SMALL THEORY 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. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. | Markus Zusak |