Markus Zusak: Frases en inglés (página 5)

“The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?”

“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.)”

“When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.'

Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry.

Yes.

I like that a lot.”

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

“It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.”

“Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.”

“She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.”

“Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.”

“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.”

“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.”

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

“The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is
like a yellow hole…”

“But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?”

“And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.”

“The day was gray, the color of Europe.”

“I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be.
I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something, till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.”

“If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it. It was the best time of her life.”

“So many humans.
So many colors.”

“I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.”