Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
9 out of 10 with 4 ratings

Related Quotes

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened.
The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.
Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.
To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.
All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy.
The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.

Other Quotes by Markus Zusak

Sometimes people are beautiful.
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
I am haunted by humans.
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
Comments ...
Sites where this quote is embedded ...