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Heart Quotes by Markus Zusak

42 Heart quotes by Markus Zusak

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A cursed circular heartbeat beats like a crime inside a chest. The quotes describe how breath, sound, and frightened eyes can shape a story’s heart. They also say the human heart can be a line or a circle, giving the chance to be in the right place at the right time.

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Even death has a heart.

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“She had her whole death ahead of her”

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“You see? Even death has a heart.”

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She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

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“She was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live.”

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Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

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“She often wished she was pale enough to disappear altogether.”

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Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.

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It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

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

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Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

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Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was…

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I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to…

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Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even…

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

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“In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He’d have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart.”

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People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall…

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“Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone.”

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

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“As winter set in, she was no longer a victim of Sister Maria’s frustrations, preferring to watch as others were marched out…

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I look at my first books and am glad they weren't published… You start writing by imitating your heroes, then you keep…

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She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her…

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Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in…

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People abhor boxing, and I agree, but I admire men and women who can stand in a ring like that, nowhere to…

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Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above…

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She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke "Is it really you?" Is it from your…

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The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing.…

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A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I…

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“The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the…

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So many humans. So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps,…

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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.…

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I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder [at comforting]. I watched the contents of his…

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She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.

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

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She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.

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“Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages”

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Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly…

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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.…

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“She slept a lot and didn't dream, and on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was…

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The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed…

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Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

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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…