Markus Zusak Quotes

Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

And so the ordinary unendurable torments we all experienced were indeed exceptional in the way they were absorbed in each heart.

It's necessary to use suffering. Otherwise, one is used by it.

But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key to this disorder, one realized that it was not to be found in any of the usual places. For this was not a matter of habit or circumstance or temperament; it was a matter of punishment and grief.

Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me.

I am a broken person.

Sometimes I feel that my job on earth is to put Julie White through horrible things, watch her writhe and then recover.

I found a very diabolical way of making myself suffer - not in the same way [my mother ] was suffering but to prevent me from enjoying my own life.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

It’s hurting my soul

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

If I didn't have that, fear and projections over what was coming next could have taken over. But it was tough. Don't think I was an angel. It was hell.

She tortured everybody around her, but only because she was more tortured than anyone.

To have your heart in pieces while every other aspect of your life couldn't go better is a traumatic experience. In appearance, life is fine. But as you put your day in focus, everything turns grey. What happened made me realise that complete, absolute happiness doesn't exist.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts I never really dreamed of heaven much Until we put him in the ground. There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free