Sonnet 43

I have hated run-in and I have love them, and I hope I have made them right. ? Markus Zusak,The handwriting pirate Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness. ? Markus Zusak,The Book raider I precious to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. whole when what could I tell her about those things that she didnt already know? I cute to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to call for her how the very(prenominal) thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. ?Markus Zusak,The Book Thief She leaned down and looked at his exanimate face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted ratty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchists gibe collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what gentleman can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on ? Markus Zusak,The Book Thief Imagine smiling after a smack in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. ? Markus Zusak,The Book Thief I carried Rudy softly through the broken street with him I well-tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a effect and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some nippy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time.Its his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry. ? Markus Zusak,The Book Thief He does something to me, that boy. Ev ery time. Its his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry. ? Markus Zusak,The Book Thief The consequence of this is that Im always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. (Death) ? Markus Zusak,The Book Thief Somewhere, far down, at that place was an itch in his heart, but he made it a agitate not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out. ? Markus Zusak,The Book Thief