Markus Zusak Quotes

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes on, just as the wind in the orchard picks up the leaves from the ground as if there were no other pleasure in the world but brown leaves, as if it would deck, clothe, flesh itself in flourishes of dusty brown apple leaves and then drops them all in a heap at the side of the house and goes on.

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?

Not everyone is meant to stay forever.

Everything changes. The more I try to hold on to the moment, the more it slips through my fingers.

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

Thus we live, forever taking leave.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

What came is gone forever every time

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no trace that you were ever there.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

Be vigilant, for nothing one achieves lasts forever.

I do have a sense, and I've never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Time destroys everything.

Time is not kind to everything.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

Time is the devourer of all things.