Cornelia Funke Quotes
Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other!
She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.
What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?
Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.
And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it.
Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets?
Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.
This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends.
The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.
When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.
He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.
Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
It's the same in real life: Notorious murderers get off scot-free and live happily all their lives, while good people die - sometimes the very best people. That's the way of the world.
Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.
Ten minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know.
She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.
The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus
The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.
Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.
Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?
There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.
I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor
We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn't seem to be much fun at all.
