Frases de Markus Zusak

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“Às vezes as pessoas são lindas.
Não na aparência.
Não no que eles dizem.
Simplesmente entra naquilo que eles são.”

“Ele faz algo comigo, aquele garoto. Toda vez. É o seu único prejuízo. Ele pisa no meu coração. Ele me faz chorar.”

“Como a maioria das misérias, começou parecendo felicidade.”

“Me mata às vezes, como as pessoas morrem.”

“Até a morte tem um coração.”

“As palavras pousaram na mesa e se posicionaram no meio. As três pessoas ficaram a olhá-las. As tênues esperanças não ousaram elevar-se mais do que isso. Ele ainda não morreu. Ele ainda não morreu.”

“Por alguns instantes, Liesel ficou calada. Era uma daquelas conversas que precisam que um tempo se escoe entre um dito e outro.”

“No começo, Liesel não conseguiu dizer nada. Talvez fosse a súbita turbulência do amor que sentiu por ele. Ou será que sempre o tinha amado? Era provável. Impedida como estava de falar, desejou que ele a beijasse. Quis que ele arrastasse sua mão e a puxasse para si. Não importava onde a beijasse. Na boca, no pescoço, na face. Sua pele estava vazia para o beijo, esperando.”

“Os seres humanos me assombram.”

“Acho que, quando alguém lhe conta uma coisa que costuma guardar, você se sente privilegiado, não por saber algo que ninguém mais sabe, mas por se sentir escolhido. Dá a impressão de que aquela pessoa quer que a vida dela se entrelace com a sua.”

“E o riso dele? Er aalgo absolutamente dominador. Ninguém tinha a menor chance diante dele”

“Pronto — disse, jogando uma única bala no balcão. — Misture você. Do lado de fora, eles a desembrulharam e tentaram parti-la ao meio com os dentes, mas o açúcar estava duro feito vidro. Duro demais, até para as presas animalescas de Rudy. Em vez disso, tiveram que alternar chupadelas até a bala acabar. Dez chupadelas para Rudy. Dez para Liesel. Para lá e para cá.”

“It’s a small story really, about, among other things:

* A girl
* Some words
* An accordionist
* Some fanatical Germans
* A Jewish fist fighter
* And quite a lot of thievery”

“You can't eat books, sweetheart.”

“It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.”

“The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.”

“She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.”

“I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.”

“You can kill a man with those words.
No gun.
No bullets.
Just words and a girl.”

“I'm not the messenger at all.
I'm the message.”

“As always, one of her books was next to her.”

“My arms are killing me.
I didn't know words could be so heavy.”

“… one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.”

“I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.”

“I think she ate a salad and some soup.
And loneliness.
She ate that, too.”

“Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.”

“In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.”

“If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.”

“It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.”

“Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.”

“Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

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

“Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you."
-Liesel”

“A book floated down the Amper River.
A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held
it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood
waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water.
“How about a kiss, Saumensch?” he said.”

“Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?”

“If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.”

“I'm just another stupid human.”

“Five hundred souls.
I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.”

“You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.”

“It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.”

“You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.”