Markus Zusak Quotes About Waiting

Quotes about: Waiting

• I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

  Markus Zusak

  Waiting, Standing There, Persons

• As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.

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  Running, Morning, Sunshine

• I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

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  Waiting, Sun

  Markus Zusak (2014). “Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger”, p.878, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• A happening was looming. It was out there somewhere beyond the regular enclosed life that I had been living. It was out there, not waiting, but existing. Being. Perhaps it was only slightly wondering if I would come to it.

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  Waiting, Wonder, Looming

  Markus Zusak (2011). “Underdogs”, p.46, Scholastic Inc.

• Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.

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  Stars, Night, Doors

• Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.

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  Soccer, Opportunity, People

• Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.

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  Men, Long, Waiting

• The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cringe to kiss.

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  Moving, Kissing, Reality

  Markus Zusak (2016). “The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.24, Random House

• I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's seventeen. There's no way to know how I'll react. He'll have faced his own placid death and slipped without a sound inside himself. Mostly, I imagine I'll crouch there at the door, fall onto him, and cry hard into the stench of his fur. I'll wait for him to wake up, but he won't. I'll bury him. I'll carry him outside, feeling his warmth turn to cold as the horizon frays and falls down in my backyard. For now, though, he's okay. I can see him breathing. He just smells like he's dead.

  Markus Zusak

  Dog, Fall, Breathing

  Markus Zusak (2007). “I Am the Messenger”, p.19, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

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  Kissing, Hands, Waiting

  Markus Zusak (2014). “Markus Zusak: The Book Thief & I Am the Messenger”, p.512, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.

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  Beautiful, Girl, Waiting

  Markus Zusak (2007). “I Am the Messenger”, p.101, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.

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  Happiness, Waiting, Stones

  Markus Zusak (2013). “Getting The Girl”, p.93, Scholastic Inc.

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