It’s the leftover humans. The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprises. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs. Which in turn brings me to the subject I am telling you about tonight, or today, or whatever the hour and color. It’s the story of one of those perpetual survivors –an expert at being left behind.
Markus ZusakGod. Twice I speak it. I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. "But it's not your job to understand." That's me who answers. God never says anything. You think you're the only one he never answers? "Your job is to..." And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.
Markus ZusakClearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.
Markus ZusakTags: the-book-thief
Oh, come on, Arthur."
"I don't want to hear it, Andy."
"Jesus Christ"
"He doesn't want to hear it, either.
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One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.
Markus ZusakTags: kiss
My arms are killing me.
I didn't know words could be so heavy.
I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
Markus ZusakThat was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.
Markus ZusakThe song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.
Markus ZusakBut then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?
Markus ZusakTags: kindlehighlight
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