Markus Zusak Quotes

Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.

Of all the tyrants the world affords, our own affections are the fiercest lords.

There are always two forces warring against each other within us.

Even with me, there are so many things I have bottled up.

...it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.

She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.

Desire urges me on, while fear bridals me.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

I don't reveal to her that I love her. I keep poker faced. She might as well be looking at a cantaloupe, there is so little information in my face, but my heart is beating.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.

Stress is caused by being here but wanting to be there, or being in the present but wanting to be in the future. It's a split that tears you apart inside.

I am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind my wayward heart creates its own misery Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.

Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

But can they [great works] get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never.

Had I left those images hidden in the emotions, I might have been torn to pieces by them.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

The heart of a Christian, like the moon, commonly suffers an eclipse when it is at the full, and that by the interposition of the earth.