Markus Zusak Inspirational Quotes (202)

I had many boxing matches with my brother in the backyard when we were younger, and I guess while other people abhor boxing for its brutality, I also have to admire anyone who climbs into the ring to face up to what could be the ultimate defeat.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.

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

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.

I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliation, this prelude to their deaths. Others pleaded for someone, anyone to step forward and catch them in their arms. No one did.

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?