Markus Zusak Quotes

A death is the most terrible of facts.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

Death is too much to ask of the living.

Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.

You think it's so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain't.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

This has been harder for my friends. I know I'm going to die.

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

I think any time we lose people, it's a hard moment.

Even one death is horrible.

Death remains about the one certain fact in the lives of each one of us, and there will be suffering, sorrow, and sadness next week as there was last week.

From losing my mom, I'll never be okay; I'll never be put together again.

People live, people die. It's always hard when it's a member of your family.

Cry if you have a compound fracture, by all means. Or if your grandpa died. But otherwise, save it for your pillow.

A fundamental and unfortunate part of being alive is to suffer loss and to suffer grief.

When anyone dies, it's sad.

You don't get dead and there not be consequences.

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.

Some people live. Some people die.

I know what it's like to see one's mother go through the agony of death and be unable to help; there is no consolation. We all have to bear such heavy burdens, for they are unalterably linked to life.

For the living, death is thievery.

We were born to die; we were born to endure, on the way to death, sorrow-sorrow in manifold shapes.