It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them Markus Zusak More Quotes by Markus Zusak More Quotes From Markus Zusak I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity. Markus Zusak beltseternitysoul The thrill of being ignored! Markus Zusak being-ignoredignoredthrill Can a wolfe be beautiful? Markus Zusak beautiful Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Markus Zusak heartsnowtwo The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness. Markus Zusak couplemennight He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit. Markus Zusak himmel-streethangoversuits The conversation of bullets. Markus Zusak bulletsconversation There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life: 1. He would part his hair from the opposite side to everyone else. 2. He would make himself a small, strange mustache. 3. He would one day rule the world. ...Yes, the Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words. Markus Zusak oppositeshairmen That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain. Markus Zusak complainingwriting Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes. Markus Zusak starseyefire People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart. Markus Zusak hurtheartfall Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget. Markus Zusak handfulforgetwater Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it. Markus Zusak kitchenlightdark When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down. Markus Zusak wrinkleseyemoving I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it. Markus Zusak faceswatcheslong The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams. Markus Zusak day-and-nightfeelsnight 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 smellcrimeheart Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting. Markus Zusak kissingwaitinghands The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult. Markus Zusak adultshumanschildren Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me. Markus Zusak heart
