Markus Zusak Quotes: 46

• Sometimes people are beautiful.Not in looks.Not in what they say.Just in what they are.

  I Am the Messenger

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

  The Book Thief

• I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

  The Book Thief

• Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

  The Book Thief

• It kills me sometimes, how people die.

  The Book Thief

• I am haunted by humans.

  The Book Thief

• Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

  The Book Thief

• He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

  The Book Thief

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

  I Am the Messenger

• Even death has a heart.

  The Book Thief

• A DEFINITION NOT FOUNDIN THE DICTIONARYNot leaving: an act of trust and love,often deciphered by children

  The Book Thief

• 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.

• A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

  The Book Thief

• Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay"we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

  The Book Thief

• 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 rain.

  The Book Thief

• A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

  The Book Thief

• If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

  The Book Thief

• 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.

  The Book Thief

• Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.

  The Book Thief

• So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

  The Book Thief

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

  The Book Thief

• I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. 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...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.

  The Book Thief

• A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTHI do not carry a sickle or scythe.I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold.And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

  The Book Thief

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

  I Am the Messenger

• As always, one of her books was next to her.

  The Book Thief

• If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.

  The Book Thief

• Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?

  The Book Thief

• It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.

  The Book Thief

• for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

  The Book Thief

• ***HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die.

  The Book Thief

• ...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

• I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.

  The Book Thief

• They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, 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.

  The Book Thief

• A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

  The Book Thief

• How does it feel, anyway?"How does what feel?"When you take one of those books?"At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?"he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth.It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

  The Book Thief

• The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.

  The Book Thief

• The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

  The Book Thief

• Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.

  The Book Thief

• There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

  Getting the Girl

• Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

  The Book Thief

• Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

  The Book Thief

• It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died.

  The Book Thief

• ***A KEY WORD*** Imagined

  The Book Thief

• If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.

  Getting the Girl

• Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

  Underdog

• Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.

  Getting the Girl