Book Thief Max Vandenburg Quotes & Sayings

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

We must shift our allegiances from fear to curiosity, from attachment to letting go, from control to trust, and from entitlement to humility. — Angeles Arrien

Our home joys are the most delightful earth affords, and the joy of parents in their children is the most holy joy of humanity. — Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi

She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His clothing was cool. He did not wake.
She could feel his breathing and his shoulder moving up and down ever so slightly. For a while, she watched him. Then she sat and leaned back.
Sleepy air seemed to have followed her.
The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder.
They breathed.
German and Jewish lungs. — Markus Zusak

The hope that we have in Christ is so gloriously wonderful, why would we ever keep it to ourselves? When we refuse to communicate the Gospel there is nothing more cruel or selfish in all of humanity. Because we do believe that it is the only way-Christ is the only name-by which men and women can be saved. And to withhold that name and that news because it's difficult is on par with any other atrocious thing humanity has ever seen. — Britt Merrick

There are too many literati, yet very few are smart; knowledge is acquired far too easily. — Dejan Stojanovic

He had what he called just a small ration of tools:
A painted book.
A handful of pencils.
A mindful of thoughts.
Like a simple puzzle, he put them together. — Markus Zusak

Will Trystan, the vampire's, pending orthodontia work hinder his lust for blood? Find out in my upcoming novel . . . — Arielle Hunter

You hide a Jew. You pay. Somehow or other, you must. — Markus Zusak

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl? — Sylvia Plath

I've been recognized very seldom. I think I just look different in person than I do as the character. — Aaron Stanford