The words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like clouds, and she would wring them out like rain. – Page 30
I am haunted by humans. – Page 491
No matter how many times she was told that she should feel grateful to be living in Australia, Liesel was not. – Page 120
In the end, her jailers judged her less by what she did than by what she didn’t. – Page 403
She was the book thief without the words. – Page 271
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you. – Page 315
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness. – Page 37
A small but noteworthy bulk of alcoholic decisions. – Page 68
The only way to stop Mama from crying and to stop Alex Steiner from being beaten up was to give them the arrival of Max Vandenburg – Page 388
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. – Page 30
But she did love Lee Both your children did. In their own way. And so did Rudy Steiner. Of course, they both loved him. Entirely. – Page 536
Yes, she did. All three kissed me. – Page 536
A small black room with shockproof bulbs for the girls, and a safer world of crayons and roly-weevil compassion. I was attentive. I listened. I wrote. I painted. – Page 142
The Book Thief Quotes with Page Numbers part 2
For me, the sky was the color of Jews. – Page 79
He did not know she was a damn good hugger. – Page 43
But when they come, when they did come, I should have dashed. That’s what my mother would’ve wanted. I didn’t do it. Instead, I came back. – Page 94
A man would always leave again, and for that reason, he supposed, women were trained to be welcoming, like window panes. – Page 175
So endeth the world’s most reluctant bingo player. – Page 61
In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer – proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water. – Page 369
Family comes first. Don’t they teach you anything at school? – Page 31
When someone sees a soul on a tree, strange things happen. – Page 340
I lived in Stuttgart first because of the book stealing. Germany was next. – Page 29
She was the book thief, and he was the boy in the painting she worshipped. – Page 49
I’m frightened and I have faith. – Page 315
She had Hitler’s birthday – Page 468
Although he did not know it, this was to be one of the last axioms … the next kiss was to be their final one shared in sovereign unison. – Page 517
One was a book thief. The other stole the sky. – Page 30
His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do—the best ones. The ones who rise up and say “I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.” – Page 543
I have to say that these were the darkest days without you. – Page 65
Being the Fuhrer is not easy. Being the girl on the other hand. – Page 127
She wanted none of those paths. She wanted the sky. – Page 404
I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. – Page 536
He was everything. I felt good with him. He was good. – Page 471
She could smell the parade of souls, oblivious to her, as they rushed toward the projector. – Page 514
Nothing tasted right. It was the lemon chords that lay in her chest now and turned the cake to sand. – Page 498
In years to come, she would be a great thief, and I would be ok. – Page 498
What’s your disappointment compared to mine? – Page 31
Five hundred souls are sewn together. – Page 348
No, Max. You have to PRETEND everything’s normal. – Page 376
I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. – Page 536
I thought you said you were dangerous. I did. I am dangerous. I am what your friends call me. – Page 441
The shadows everyone knew were addicted to string. – Page 502
I have lived through much and now I think I have nothing more to give. – Page 478
Words were messy. They came out in chunks and had to be bitten off. They landed on the tablecloth and had to be scraped off again. – Page 93
The woman, Liesel writes, was the fourth sibling. She was the book thief without the words. – Page 547
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