Markus Zusak Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• 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.

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  Stars, Eye, Two

• Finally, in October 1945, a man with swampy eyes, feathers of hair, and a clean-shaven face walked into the shop. He approached the counter. "Is there someone here by the name of Leisel Meminger?" "Yes, she's in the back," said Alex. He was hopeful, but he wanted to be sure. "May I ask who is calling on her?" Leisel came out. They hugged and cried and fell to the floor.

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  Eye, Men, Hair

• What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same.

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  Eye, Mind, Cost

  "The Messenger". Book by Markus Zusak, January 10, 2002.

• Son, you can't go around painting yourself black, you hear?" "Why not, Papa?" "Because they'll take you away." "Why?" "Because you shouldn't want to be like black people or Jewish people or anyone who is...not us." "Who are Jewish people?" "You know my oldest customer, Mr. Kaufmann? Where we bought your shoes?" "Yes." "Well, he's Jewish." "I didn't know that. Do you have to pay to be Jewish? Do you need a license?" ..... "...you've got beautiful blond hair and big safe blue eyes. You should be happy with that; is that clear?

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  Beautiful, Eye, Son

• I’m Angelina,” she says. “Are you here to save us?” I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes. “You’re right, Angelina - I’m here to save you.” “Can you? Really?” “I’ll try,” I say and the girl smiles.

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  Girl, Eye, Trying

• 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.

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  Eye, Cutting, Blood

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.263, RH Childrens Books

• She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke "Is it really you?" Is it from your cheek, she thought, that I took the seed? The man nodded. His heart wobbled and he held tighter to the branches. It is.

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  Heart, Eye, Men

• Papa 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.

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  Father, Eye, Men

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.515, RH Childrens Books

• She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.

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  Eye, Voice, Looks

• Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don’t want to hope for anything anymore.

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  Eye, Thinking, Looks

• Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.

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  Stars, Eye, Fire

• Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

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  Kindness, Father, Eye

  Markus Zusak (2014). “Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger”, p.41, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• There were stars. They burned my eyes.

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  Stars, Eye, Burned

• When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

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  Moving, Eye, Wrinkles

  Markus Zusak (2007). “I Am the Messenger”, p.51, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

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  Eye, Hands, Looks

• Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.

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  Eye, Ruthless

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.199, RH Childrens Books

• His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

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  Coffee, Eye, Cold

  Markus Zusak (2014). “Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger”, p.19, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her.

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  Kindness, Book, Taken

• My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

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  Sleep, Eye, Silence

  Markus Zusak (2011). “Underdogs”, p.116, Scholastic Inc.

• I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

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  Eye, Hands, Sky

• There was the gate next, which she(Liesel)clung to. A gang of tears trudged from her eyes as she held on and refused to go inside. People started to gather on the street, until Rosa Hubermann swore at them, after which they reversed back whence they came. ~A TRANSLATION OF ROSA HUBERMANN’S ANNOUNCEMENT~ ‘What are you arseholes looking at?

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  Eye, People, Tears

  Markus Zusak (2014). “Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger”, p.35, Knopf Books for Young Readers

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