Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“She was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He’d have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I look at my first books and am glad they weren't published… You start writing by imitating your heroes, then you keep… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“As winter set in, she was no longer a victim of Sister Maria’s frustrations, preferring to watch as others were marched out… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke "Is it really you?" Is it from your… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
People abhor boxing, and I agree, but I admire men and women who can stand in a ring like that, nowhere to… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps,… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder [at comforting]. I watched the contents of his… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward. — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“She slept a lot and didn't dream, and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver. — Markus Zusak Copy Share
I think that as a writer your responsibility is to search for and stir up the things that are in this world. There is… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.” — Markus Zusak Copy Share
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.… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“When a woman with an iron fist tells you to get out there and clean spit off the door, you do it. Especially when… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“«¿Por qué no puede oírlo el resto del mundo? —me pregunto. En pocos segundos me lo pregunto muchas veces—. Porque no le importa —me… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest? — Markus Zusak Copy Share
I see how complicated it is to make a film and how many people are involved and I love the fact that I get… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
“Može li netko ukrasti sreću? Ili je i to još jedan unutarnji, paklenski ljudski trik?” — Markus Zusak Copy Share
I look at my first books and am glad they weren't published… You start writing by imitating your heroes, then you keep the heart… — Markus Zusak Copy Share
![“I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder [at comforting]. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book…” quote by Markus Zusak](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/730/markus-zusak-165_bed_i-carried-rudy-softly-through-the-broken_1898772.png)
