Markus Zusak Quotes

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

My heart is broken... I'm lying here My thoughts are choking On you my dear.

Love is loss combined with pain.

I think that people always say when people pass away that time heals all wounds. And that's probably the biggest lie. It's not true. I think we all need to remember that it is always still tough, and it's like losing a piece of your heart.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

My life was very tenuous last year. My daughter's death, in March in 2007, was unexpected. It was a shock. I didn't know if I'd survive it.

Losing my mum. That was a punch-me moment.

It was the saddest day of my life.

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

Having your heart broken is like going through grief, it's really hard.

A loss of a great friend is traumatic and emotionally tough.

Nothing had prepared me for the depth of pain George's death precipitated.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

If hearts could shatter, mine just did.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

From the way that people have always talked about your heart being broken, it sort of seemed to be a one-time thing. Mine seemed to break all the time.

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me.