Top 100 Cornelia Funke Quotes
#1. 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!
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#3. Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain.
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#4. Orpheus. Had the name he had taken ever suited him better? But he would be wilier than the singer whose name he had stolen. He would indeed. He would send another man into the realm of Death in the Fire-Dancer's place-and he'd make sure that he didn't come back.
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#5. My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
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#6. Sometimes, when you're sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.
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#8. Oh, I think every author is inspired by all of the books that she reads.
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#9. Courage was something John Reckless only ever wished he had. Courage was not a given; it was acquired, earned. You had to take the difficult paths, and John had always picked the easy ones.
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#10. She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
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#11. 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.
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#12. It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
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#13. Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
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#14. 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.
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#15. He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.
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#17. Maybe love bore fruit even more poisonous than fear.
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#18. She'd been so certain she knew every crevice of his heart, but Jacob was like a country she'd only traveled through halfway.
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#19. Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?
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#20. A strong and bitter book-sickness floods one's soul. How ignominious to be strapped to this ponderous mass of paper, print and dead man's sentiment. Would it not be better, finer, braver to leave the rubbish where it lies and walk out into the world a free untrammelled illiterate Superman?
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#23. The darkness of the world made no distinctions; it entered its palaces as it did its huts.
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#25. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well.
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#26. A longing for books [is] nothing compared with what you [can] feel for human beings. The books [tell] you about that feeling. The books [speak] of love, and it [is] wonderful to listen to them, but they [are] no substitute for love itself.
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#27. So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for.
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#29. For a moment Dustfinger felt as if he had never been away- as if he had simply had a bad dream, and the memory of it had left a stale taste on his tongue,a shadow on his heart,nothing more.
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#30. Many of the snowflakes, he had told her, were tiny elves who kissed your face with icy lips before melting on your warm skin.
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#31. How clear one's own desires become once they are made impossible.
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#32. 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.
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#33. The rain pummeled the old Dragon bones as though to provide the rhythm to the song of their mortality, but death was not what they had on their minds - or wasn't love sometimes called the small death?
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#34. Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
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#35. Why did such truths only reveal themselves after they'd become lies?
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#36. Molotov explained how that book, should one be foolish enough to open it, gave the power to read things and creatures out of any book in the world.
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#37. It's bad enough sitting in a car, never mind driving it.
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#38. Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world -any world. The very best of all.
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#39. Only to be expected!' Elinor's voice almost cracked. Belligerent as a Bull Terrier, she marched up to him.
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#40. I think I'll buy you from your father so you can say nice things like that to me three times a day. How much for her, Mo?
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#41. If she'd known him better, she might've tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human - life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder your path got, and you'd still have to travel it.
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#44. Perhaps she was more like him than he'd thought: her home, too, had consisted of paper and printer's ink. She probably felt as lost as he did in the real world.
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#45. It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.
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#46. She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.
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#47. Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.
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#48. Books have to be heavy, because they have the whole world in them.
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#49. It was a page he had Found in the handbook Of heartbreak. Wallace Stevens, "Madame la Fleurie," Collected Poems I
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#50. 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?
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#51. Together. Even in death. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. A double statue of silver. Romantic. What would their faces show? Fear? Or love?
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#52. Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck?
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#53. It was like a promise that wishes could come true, that desire might lead to more than yearning.
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#54. First he sees her only in his dreams. Skin as white as moonlight. Eyes like water drowning you. Hair like spider webs. Fairy.
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#55. A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.
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#56. But his heart, strangely enough, told him something else.
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#57. Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news?
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#58. I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.
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#59. Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.
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#60. She had thought the chewing and digesting were meant literally and wondered, horrified, why Mo had hung on his workshop door the words of someone who vandalized books.
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#61. Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.
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#62. If you can change the fate of a character you read out of a book by adding new words to his story, then maybe you can change everything about it: who goes out, who comes in, how it ends, who's happy, and who's unhappy afterwards.
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#63. And this time he would have said it, right? I love you. So much. Too much. But that was forbidden. For all time. The Elf would take his heart in payment.
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#64. Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.
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#65. Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before.
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#66. Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.
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#67. Well what does it matter,' he muttered when he was out in the corridor. 'Who wants to know the end of a story in advance?
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#68. My voice had bayou gut them slipping out of their story like a bookmark forgotten by a reader between the pages
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#70. Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.
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#72. But i know a lot about the kind of men you mean. They're the same everywhere.
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#73. He sought her lips as if he needed to breathe through her, as if only she could keep him from choking on his rage.
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#74. Fox could've kissed him on the mouth just to taste the smile on his lips. Forbidden. She'd almost forgotten.
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#75. The stars shone down on her like flowers made of light, and their beauty hurt her weary heart.
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#76. Farid had brought an invisible guest with him.
Fear.
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#78. That was what made fighting so easy - you could always choose death rather than captivity.
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#79. I know you all think I'm a magician, but I'm not. The magic comes out of the books
themselves, and I have no more idea than you or any of your men how it works.
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#81. She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past ... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been?
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#82. Some books should be tasted,
Some devoured,
But only a few
Should be chewed and digested
Thoroughly
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#83. Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless supply of those.
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#85. Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor.
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#86. She was beginning to miss him when he wasn't near.
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#87. When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.
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#88. The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.
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#89. She had found him and was bringing back his thanks. Nor did she forget to mention that he had assured her that she was indeed the most beautiful fairy he had ever set eyes on.
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#90. You can't expect the wolf to turn vegetarian because of one Pup.
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#91. What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal?
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#92. What's so unusual about that, princess?" he asked quietly. "Do you know how your story ends?
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#93. A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within. Arab proverb
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#94. 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.
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#96. Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?
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#97. Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
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#98. Once upon a time...There's a reason all fairy tales begin like this. But the 'and they lived happily ever after' at the end? That has to be earned.
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#99. Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.
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#100. Wasn't that what all stories said?You felt it, like a pang in your heart, when something was happening to someone you love
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