Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
Markus ZusakEven death has a heart.
Markus ZusakIf only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.
Markus ZusakTags: love laughter childhood oblivious
The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.
Markus ZusakTags: suffering triumph saddness
Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.
Markus ZusakTogether, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.
Markus ZusakTags: death failure destruction
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
Markus ZusakShe wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.
Markus ZusakTags: time change night disappointment
I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months.
There was no anger or reproach.
It was Papa who spoke.
How did it look?"
Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. "There were stars," he said. "They burned by eyes.
A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
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