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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8b8d900 | he had the ability to appear in the background, even if he was standing at the front of a queue. | Markus Zusak | ||
| edf8574 | I'm going to find him." "Your papa?" "Yes." He thought about it. "Actually, no. I think I'll find the Fuhrer 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 Fuhrer!" | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9c22fc2 | In mid-February, when she turned ten, Liesel was given a used doll that had a missing leg and yellow hair. "It was the best we could do," Papa apologized. "What are you talking about? She's lucky to have that much," Mama corrected him." | Markus Zusak | ||
| ed3a5ec | It's a lot easier, she realised, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. | Markus Zusak | ||
| eea618a | According to her, all her kids have done quite well except me, | Markus Zusak | ||
| 8e8ed6c | all the formulas have flown out of the window. | Anna Sui | ||
| e25d2a7 | the music would look Liesel in the face. I know it sounds strange, but that's how it felt to her. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9eae861 | A ako tip poput tebe moze zasukati rukave i uciniti ono sto si ti ucinio za sve te ljude, mozda moze svatko. Mozda svatko moze zivjeti izvan granica onoga za sto se smatra sposobnim. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 2bee46b | Je ne veux plus prier pour que M. soit sain et sauf. Ni A.S. Parce que le monde ne les merite pas. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 81a6de9 | She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend Rudy Steiner soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 0467e03 | EGY DEFINICIO, AMIT NEM TALALTOK MEG A SZOTARBAN: Nem elmenni: A bizalom es szeretett aktusa, amit a gyerekek szinte mindig megertenek. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5d19d55 | 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. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ea291e9 | No one had ever given her music before. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4a0b535 | she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7062a11 | It's such a beautiful day," he said, and his voice was in many pieces. A great day to die. A great day to die, like this. Liesel walked at him. She was courageous enough to reach out and hold his bearded face. "Is it really you, Max?" Such a brilliant German day and its attentive crowd. He let his mouth kiss her palm. "Yes, Liesel, it's me," and he held the girl's hand in his face and cried onto her fingers. He cried as the soldiers came an.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 194567a | If there are alleys inside me, there must also be hallways. I | Markus Zusak | ||
| 172332a | I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. Outside, | Markus Zusak | ||
| 3d3f60a | Fingers touch the pages. They turn me. I continue on. I always do. All is big. The | Markus Zusak | ||
| ab4beee | The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hands to touch. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 186a471 | Still, I walk on, through a dream that takes me through these pages. I | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6acd7b5 | This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 424f051 | To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: "Get it done, get it done." So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more. Often," | Markus Zusak | ||
| 6965a86 | I have hated the words andI have loved them,and I hope I have made them right. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e7ceab3 | Certainly, war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity. | Markus Zusak | ||
| fc0f4c5 | Do you still play the accordian? | question | Markus Zusak | |
| ec4e3fd | Keep going. You're a mess and you're happy. | life persistence | Markus Zusak | |
| ce38bc7 | The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences. On the other side, beyond the blurry heat, it was possible to see the brownshirts and swastikas joining hands. You didn't see people. Only uniforms and signs. Birds above did laps. They circled,somehow attracted to the glow - until they came too close to the heat. Or was it the humans? Certainly, the heat was nothing. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 7295ed9 | When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing. | healing spirit | Markus Zusak | |
| f704f0f | P]ersonally, I don't think you want to argue with me. A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT Please be calm, despite that previous threat, I am all bluster- I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 74a45f3 | No crime in wanting a little more, | Markus Zusak | ||
| b2d6d34 | El era al doilea om de zapada care se topea sub ochii ei, dar acesta era diferit. Era un paradox. Cu cat devenea mai frig, cu atat mai repede se topea. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 5150240 | Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. | Markus Zusak the Messenger | ||
| 0a7fe3e | the passengers slid out as if from a torn package. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c555a51 | fact, you could say that Rosa Hubermann had a face decorated with constant fury. That was how the creases were made in the cardboard texture of her complexion. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 791b4f8 | cigarette, flipped it on the table, and began on another. "Just like this." That was when Mama finished her soup with a clank, suppressed a cardboard burp, and answered for him. "That Saukerl," she said. "You know what he did? He rolled up all of his filthy cigarettes, went to the market when it was in town, and traded them with some gypsy." "Eight cigarettes per book." Papa shoved one to his mouth, in triumph. He lit up and took in the smo.. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 481e8fd | THE FILES OF RECOLLECTION* * * Oh, yes, I definitely remember him The sky was murky and deep like quicksand. There was a young man parceled up in barbed wire, like a giant crown of thorns. I untangled him and carried him out. High above the earth, we sank together, to our knees. It was just another day, 1918. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 44df55e | The minutes were cruel. Hours were punishing. Standing above him at all moments of awakeness was the hand of time, and it didn't hesitate to wring him out. It smiled and squeezed and let him live. What great malice there could be in allowing something to live. | Markus Zusak | ||
| f036e05 | 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. | Markus Zusak | ||
| e246b65 | e impeccabile il modo in cui la verita puo essere brutale, a volte. Non si puo che ammirarla. Di solito ce ne andiamo in giro tentando di convincere noi stessi: "sto bene", diciamo. "e tutto ok". Ma a volte la verita ti piomba addosso, e non puoi liberartene. e in quei momenti che ti rendi conto che talvolta non e nemmeno una risposta...ma una domanda." | Markus Zusak | ||
| 08aeb06 | The road was icy as it was, but Rudy put on the extra coat, barely able to contain a grin. It ran across his face like a skid. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ebda81d | If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story. | Markus Zusak | ||
| 4b7aee2 | No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this. | Markus Zusak | ||
| c6ea224 | She remained on the steps, waiting for Papa, watching the stray ash and the corpse of collected books. Everything was sad. Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had vanished. She'd seen Frau Diller leave (very satisfied) and Pfiffikus (white hair, a Nazi uniform, the same dilapidated shoes, and a triumphant whistle). Now there was nothing but cleaning up, and soon, no one would ever imagine it had happened... | Markus Zusak | ||
| 9cb9efe | He steps on my heart. He makes me cry. | Markus Zusak |