Top 25 Quotes About Liesel Meminger
#1. The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages.
Markus Zusak
#2. Max, Hans, and Rosa I cannot account for, but I know that Liesel Meminger was thinking that if the bombs ever landed on Himmel Street, not only did Max have less chance of survival than everyone else, but he would die completely alone.
Markus Zusak
#3. For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this:
She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in her bed.
***Q&A***
How did Max Vandenburg end up in liesel's bed? He fell.
Markus Zusak
#4. I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. - Liesel Meminger
Markus Zusak
#5. ... it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.
The sky was dripping.
Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn't quite managed.
Markus Zusak
#6. Somehow they stayed that way
For those 5 days in May
Made all the stars around them shine
Funny how you can look in vain
Living on nerves and such sweet pain
The loneliness that cuts so fine
To find the face you've seen a thousand times
Blue Rodeo
#7. To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness.
Confucius
#8. The 1992 crisis proved that the existing system was unstable. Not moving forward to the euro would have set up Europe for even more disruptive crises.
Barry Eichengreen
#10. PIE God enters by a private door, into every individual. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wm. Paul Young
#11. Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and
whispered words, written long ago, words that
wriggled through the aged leather, trembled
beneath his touch. What lives and loves,
hopes and dreams, deaths and despair
these volumes held.
Ellen Read
#13. Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words.
Markus Zusak
#14. It's a beautiful lucid dream that has language that I can fiddle with.
Coleman Barks
#15. An image begins taking shape. Soon, however, it becomes diagonally deformed, like italics, and disappears like a flame blown out. Then the whole process starts again. The image strains to right itself. Trembling, it tries to give concrete form to something. But the image will not come together.
Haruki Murakami
#16. For some reason, ever since I was a little kid, I wake with the most energy of the day, and it slowly declines from there.
Derek Sivers
#17. My boyfriends going to college so I made him tattoo my name on his foot so I know he's mine
IU
#18. joining this caravan may have been my decision, but where it goes is going to be a mystery to me. Nearby
Paulo Coelho
#19. O God,
here, as so often, I cannot help.
Let me not forget she is your child
and your concern makes mine as nothing.
Madeleine L'Engle
#20. I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before, and I hope to return a thousand times.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#21. *** A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT ***
ABOUT RUDY STEINER
He didn't deserve to die the way he did.
Markus Zusak
#22. We become willing servants to the good by the bonds their virtues lay upon us.
Philip Sidney
#23. Fairy tales are such evil little stories for young children.
Cecelia Ahern
#24. The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to find a way inside, and as it simultaneously thickened and spread, it turned the trail of humans into apparitions. There were no people on the street anymore. They were rumors carrying bags.
Markus Zusak
