I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
Markus ZusakAnd they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.
Markus ZusakIt's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.
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I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?"
You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.
Yes, I know it.
In the darkness of my dark beating heart,
I know. He'd have loved it alright.
You see?
Even Death Has A Heart.
She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.
Markus ZusakIf only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it. It was the best time of her life.
Markus ZusakPapa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones.
Papa was an accordion!
But his bellows were all empty.
Nothing went in and nothing came out.
Tag: death fathers accordions
Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.
Markus ZusakTag: fathers accordions
It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it.
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