Markus Zusak Quotes, Thoughts and Images

Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.

Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

I am hunted by humans.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.