Markus Zusak: Frases en inglés (página 8)

“The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.”

“I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.”

“… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.
The sky was dripping.
Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.”

“I’m Angelina,” she says. “Are you here to save us?” I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes.
“You’re right, Angelina - I’m here to save you.”
“Can you? Really?”
“I’ll try,” I say and the girl smiles.”

“Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”

“Yes, I know it.
In the darkness of my dark beating heart,
I know. He'd have loved it alright.
You see?
Even Death Has A Heart.”

“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. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.”

“THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.”

“Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”

“The bombs were coming-and so was I.”

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

“When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.”

“Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.”

“There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.”

“I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?"
You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.”

“The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.”

“Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.”

“July 24, 6:03 A. M.
The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff…
Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing.
He killed himself for wanting to live.”

“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.”