Markus Zusak Quotes

Words are really powerful. I don't believe that axiom at all - words can absolutely hurt you. Words can wound. They can do a lot of damage. I think they can do way more damage than sticks and stones. I'll take sticks and stones.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can make me think I deserved it.

Sticks and stones can break your bones, but names can kill you.

Words can bruise and break hearts, and minds as well. There are no black and blue marks, no broken bones to put in plaster casts, and therefore no prison bars for the offender.

Words don't hurt you." Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.

Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.

Words can be like baseball bats when used maliciously.

People say sticks and stones may break your bones, but names can never hurt you, but that's not true. Words can hurt. They hurt me. Things were said to me that I still haven't forgotten.

Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can hurt like hell.

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

Weapons are less harmful than words.

But persistent name calling? that prolongs hurt. It stretches out. Each nasty word stretches the rubber band further away until finally, one day, it snaps back at you with maximum impact

It's a TV show. Only the emotional damage is real.

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

A stick or a stone only stings for a minute. A name seems to hurt forever.

Cruel words erode the self-esteem like the ocean eats away the shore.

Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.

Family was a fertile breeding ground for the kind of psychological bacteria that warped minds and devoured hope.

Rejection is a cancer, Edie. It eats away at a person.

I?d rather be rejected than used because they both amount to the same thing in the end, but being used takes a lot longer.

I was bright, and I could use that as a weapon: words can wound, whatever those sticks and stones sayings claim about them never hurting, and I could use them if I had to.

Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity, of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.

When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.