It kills me sometimes, how people die.

Markus Zusak
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
About This Quote

"It kills me sometimes, how people die" is a common phrase used to express sorrow over the loss of a loved one. In the poem, the speaker is mourning the loss of a friend who died too soon. What's interesting here is the brilliant use of "sometimes" as an adjective describing how often he thinks about this topic.

Source: The Book Thief

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