Walter Kugler was on the ground, his blond hair peppered with dirt.
Markus ZusakThat’s when I have to ask him. “Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?”
“What? Because I’m a priest?” He finishes the dregs of his coffee. “Sure. God knows what’s important.
Mots clés language holy priest holiness cursing cussing
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
Markus ZusakMots clés stars night sky falling
Nice has nothing to do with me.
Markus ZusakMots clés nice
Because the world does not deserve them.
Markus ZusakMots clés the-book-thief
Un ojo abierto, el otro soñando.
Markus Zusak... tried praying for him ...but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Don't ask me why. I hoped that he was okay, but I couldn't summon the strength to pray for it.
Markus ZusakMots clés honesty self-awareness self-awareness-honesty-self
I never did get around to praying for myself, did I? Maybe that's what was behind it, though. Myself. Maybe the only reason I'd prayed for others to begin with was to bring myself good fortune. Was that true? Was it?
Markus ZusakMots clés slef-awareness
The only people we want to blame are ourselves, because it will be ourselves that we rely upon.
Markus ZusakMots clés honesty independence self-awareness independent-thought self-realization self-awareness-honesty-self
She often wished she was pale enough to disappear altogether.
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