He was hanging from one of the rafters in a laundry up near Frau Diller's. Another human pendulum. Another clock, stopped.
Markus ZusakThe sun stirs the earth. Around and around, it stirs us like stew.
Markus ZusakMots clés the-last-human-stranger
Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white. She realized her mother had come back for her only when she felt the boniness of a hand on her shoulder. She was being dragged away. A warm scream filled her throat.
Markus ZusakThey ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip—the relative you cringe to kiss.
Markus ZusakHe left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
Markus ZusakTodo el mundo sabe que una bola de nieve en la cara es el comienzo perfecto de una amistad duradera.
Markus ZusakMots clés humor la-ladrona-de-libros
It would be nice to say that after this small breakthrough, neither Liesel nor Max dreamed their bad visions again. It would be nice but untrue. The nightmares arrived like they always did, much like the best player in the opposition when you’ve heard rumors that he might be injured or sick—but there he is, warming up with the rest of them, ready to take the field. Or like a timetabled train, arriving at a nightly platform, pulling the memories behind it on a rope. A lot of dragging. A lot of awkward bounces.
Markus ZusakThe conversation of bullets.
Markus ZusakA NICE THOUGHT
One was a book thief.
The other stole the sky.
He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.
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