Certainly war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity.
Markus ZusakPapa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
Markus ZusakMistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.
Markus ZusakTags: mistakes
It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.
Markus ZusakTags: suffering
It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.
Markus ZusakTags: grief
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.
Markus ZusakIt's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.
Markus ZusakThe only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
Markus ZusakWhat great malice there could be in allowing something to live.
Markus ZusakIn the written words of the book thief herself, the journey continued like everything had happened.
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