Top 100 Quotes About Cornelia
#1. Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
Cornelia Funke
#2. Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theatre. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins.
Cornelia Funke
#3. 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!
Cornelia Funke
#4. My children were all made from paper and printer's ink ...
Cornelia Funke
#6. Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.
Cornelia Funke
#7. Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain.
Cornelia Funke
#8. 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.
Cornelia Funke
#9. My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
Cornelia Funke
#10. Emily and I have now reached the time in life when not only do we lie about our ages, we forget what we've said they are.
Cornelia Otis Skinner
#11. 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.
Cornelia Funke
#13. I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.
Cornelia Funke
#14. Oh, I think every author is inspired by all of the books that she reads.
Cornelia Funke
#15. Men liked to claim how different they were, yet they were all so alike.
Cornelia Funke
#17. 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.
Cornelia Funke
#18. It's as though some poor devil were to set out for a large dinner party with the knowledge that the following morning he would be hearing exactly what each of the other guests thought of him.
Cornelia Otis Skinner
#19. When I feel angry, I want to say something mean, or yell, or hit. But feeling like I want to is not the same as doing it. Feeling can't hurt anyone or get me into trouble, but doing can. (Bunny from picture book)
Cornelia Maude Spelman
#22. She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
Cornelia Funke
#23. It had always been a myth that it was those who loved you who could see through you. It was those you feared who could see through you most clearly.
Cornelia Funke
#25. Well, all I hope," said Miss Cornelia calmly, "is that when I'm dead nobody will call me 'our departed sister.
L.M. Montgomery
#26. 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.
Cornelia Funke
#27. It hadn't been easy to reach the city where Jacob had grown up. The borders in his world were more tightly guarded than the island of the Fairies.
Cornelia Funke
#28. My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.
Cornelia Funke
#29. Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.
Cornelia Funke
#30. It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
Cornelia Funke
#31. Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
Cornelia Funke
#32. Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful, murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.
Cornelia Funke
#34. 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.
Cornelia Funke
#36. If I'm not doing the work I want, I usually suffer a psychological allergic reaction and get ill. It niggles when things get out of my control.
Cornelia Parker
#38. Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world's more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.
Cornelia Funke
#39. He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.
Cornelia Funke
#41. Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed.
Cornelia Otis Skinner
#42. Maybe love bore fruit even more poisonous than fear.
Cornelia Funke
#43. You make an open-ended proposition and the audience completes it somehow. That's what you hope an artwork to be-a constantly living thing.
Cornelia Parker
#44. Are you watching the boats?" Cornelia guessed. She craned her neck to see if there was any excitement on the river.
Heavens no, I'm spying on people," Virginia responded unrepentantly.
-Cornelia E and Virginia Somerset
Lesley M.M. Blume
#46. He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers.
Cornelia Funke
#47. 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.
Cornelia Funke
#48. It is disturbing to discover in oneself these curious revelations of the validity of the Darwinian theory. If it is true that we have sprung from the ape, there are occasions when my own spring appears not to have been very far.
Cornelia Otis Skinner
#49. Leftie loosely is the way
to relax a set old screw
as rightie tightly thinks
new bullshit to pursue
Cornelia "Connie" DeDona
#50. The Magpie took off her glove and looked scornfully at him. Basta likes to use snakes to scare woman that reject his advances. It didn't work with Resa. How did it go exactly - didn't she finally put the snake outside your door, Basta?
Cornelia Funke
#51. I hope you drop dead!" She screamed as Basta hauled her out of the room. "I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke!"
Basta laughed as he closed the door. "Just listen to this little wildcat!" He said. "I think I'll have to watch my step with you around!
Cornelia Funke
#52. She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?
Cornelia Funke
#53. She'd been so certain she knew every crevice of his heart, but Jacob was like a country she'd only traveled through halfway.
Cornelia Funke
#54. What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story?
Cornelia Funke
#55. There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.
Cornelia Funke
#56. Yes, everything will be all right, thanks to Elinor! She could have sung and danced (not that she was much of a dancer and she was sitting in a car).
Cornelia Funke
#57. Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?
Cornelia Funke
#58. Determination, however, can take the place of patience, if earnestly applied.
Cornelia Meigs
#59. Her heart pounded as he kissed her. Or was it his heart? She hadn't been able to tell the difference ever since he'd freed her from that trap.
Cornelia Funke
#60. In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?
Cornelia Funke
#61. Imagine this:
Ice is coming to YOUR house.
Can you HEAR it knocking?
Are you ready?
What will YOU do?
Cornelia Connie D. DeDona
#63. They are a brilliant device for shape-shifting as we can slip into the skin of authors from other times, other cultural backgrounds, brilliant minds who give us a new perspective on life and the world - something we all need from time to time. - Cornelia Funke
Jen Campbell
#64. 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?
Cornelia Funke
#65. Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same.
Cornelia Funke
#66. Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!
Cornelia Funke
#67. Odd that your heart didn't simply stop when it hurt so much.
Cornelia Funke
#69. Resa longed for the kitchen, always full of the humming of the oversize fridge, for mo's workshop in the garden, and the armchair in the library where you could sit and visit strange worlds without getting lost in them
Cornelia Funke
#72. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly. Love, truth, beauty, wisdom and consolation against death. Who had said that? someone else who loved books.
Cornelia Funke
#74. He pressed his fist to where his heart had once beaten, and I did the same. I'm sure I looked like a total idiot, but I think we all do when we're really happy. Except for Longspee. He just looked fabulous being happy.
Cornelia Funke
#75. Courtesy is fine and heaven knows we need more and more of it in a rude and frenetic world, but mechanized courtesy is as pallid as Pablum ... in fact, it isn't even courtesy.
Cornelia Otis Skinner
#76. The darkness of the world made no distinctions; it entered its palaces as it did its huts.
Cornelia Funke
#77. Sometimes, through the window of a car coming the other way, she caught a glimpse if a stranger's face, then it was gone, like a book you open then close at once.
Cornelia Funke
#78. Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth ... all those glorious words.
Cornelia Funke
#79. No, it wasn't quite true that John had no conscience at all. Everyone had one. But there were many voices in his head that had an easier time reaching him: his ambition, his desire for fame and success - and for revenge.
Cornelia Funke
#80. I am grateful that my one talent, flying, was useful to my country.
Cornelia Fort
#82. I saw stars like Helen Hayes, Maurice Evans, Tallulah Bankhead and Cornelia Otis Skinner. It was enchanting. I knew that was the world I wanted to be in.
Sada Thompson
#83. Though Americans have tremendous respect for the ability of engineers and scientists to solve important problems and answer important questions, polls indicate many of us worry that technology moves too fast, and that its benefits blind us to important spiritual concerns.
Cornelia Dean
#84. I don't like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things.
Cornelia Funke
#86. And the pain was back again, and time, and longing too.
Cornelia Funke
#87. So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and playing hero wasn't half as much fun as I'd expected.
Cornelia Funke
#88. Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.
Cornelia Funke
#89. No one saw firedrake as he made his escape along the canal.
Cornelia Funke
#90. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well.
Cornelia Funke
#91. Any girl who has flown at all grows used to the prejudice of most men pilots who will trot out any number of reasons why women can't possibly be good pilots ... The only way to show the disbelievers, the snickering hangar pilots, is to show them.
Cornelia Fort
#92. Recovery from illness often seems like beginning life all over again.
Cornelia Meigs
#93. 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.
Cornelia Funke
#94. Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.
Cornelia Funke
#95. She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through ...
Cornelia Funke
#96. All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers.
Cornelia Funke
#97. Every soldier had to battle his weaker self. His weaker self had brought Donnersmarck to his knees, trembling. He had screamed it away, he had outrun it, he had drowned it in the blood of others. And he had always defeated it.
Cornelia Funke
#99. So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for.
Cornelia Funke
#100. The Weaver wove herself from the thread of night, hair of moonlight, skin of stars. So old. Without beginning or end.
Cornelia Funke