Cornelia Funke Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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.
With every new day, Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as spider's webs and enchantingly beautiful
How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.
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).
The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.
The road went ever more steeply downhill. Overhead, the branches of the trees intertwined. It was a still, windless morning, cloudy and damp.
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.
It was hard to let go of love. Once woven, its ribbon was hard to tear, and this one she'd woven quite firmly herself.
Fox could've kissed him on the mouth just to taste the smile on his lips. Forbidden. She'd almost forgotten.
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.
If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.
The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.
You humans love mirrors. You have to constantly make sure you still have the same face. Nothing scares you more than if someone changes it.
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.
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.
How was she supposed to deal with a child? She could hardly manage to keep her own painful heart together.
If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.
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.
The Weaver wove herself from the thread of night, hair of moonlight, skin of stars. So old. Without beginning or end.
It was a page he had Found in the handbook Of heartbreak. Wallace Stevens, "Madame la Fleurie," Collected Poems I
I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.
Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world -any world. The very best of all.
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
[She] did not reply. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to listen to what her bewildered heart was telling her.
You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside of them, said Meggie ...
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.
Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!
Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away
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.
You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.
Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?