Markus Zusak Quotes - Page 2

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

The word maybe was beginning to annoy me, because the only thing that was fixed was that maybe would be with me forever.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for.That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out?

... none of them had it. They had no qualms about stealing, but they needed to be told. They liked to be told, and Viktor Chemmel liked to be the teller. It was a nice microcosm.