Markus Zusak Quotes

I like to look at the skyline and the moon.

And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

Whenever I do get to look out, it is glorious. Even the stars have a special brightness.

But, if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from these heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime... But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

From there we came outside and saw the stars

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

The night sky in Egypt is a swirling mass of stars so bright and numerous the sky seems to tremble with the ice-blue weight of them.

There's no night without stars.

Go out tonight and look at the stars. And allow yourself to dream.

A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” “Yes,” answers the rose, “but if I close my petals, I will wither and die.

Life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day... make a wish and think of me.

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

The night is my best friend. It calms the storm in my soul and it lets the guiding stars rise.

Someday I'll wish upon a star.

Lie on your back and look at the stars.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.