Cornelia Funke Quotes

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Cornelia Funke
“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?”
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Cornelia Funke
“Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.”
Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

Cornelia Funke
“My children were all made from paper and printer's ink...”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“Wir sind alle Lügner, wenn es uns nützt.”
Cornelia Funke, Tintenherz [1-4]

Cornelia Funke
“In our choices lie our fate”
Cornelia Funke, Pan's Labyrinth: The Labyrinth of the Faun

Cornelia Funke
“I will try to write books until I drop dead.”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“It was much easier for him now that he was smaller to negotiate his way through his crammed shop but he still tried to swagger past the shelves like he used to in the past. The attempt looked so strange that Scipio started to mimic him behind his back. "What's the silly giggling about?" Barbarossa asked when Prosper and Renzo bust out laughing.”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“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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Cornelia Funke
“What terrible human presumption it is to catch other living creatures and hold them captive!”
Cornelia Funke, Dragon Rider

Cornelia Funke
“Os livros eram o único lugar onde havia compaixão, consolo, alegria... e amor. Os livros amavam a todos que os abriam, ofereciam proteção e amizade sem exigir nada em troca, e nunca iam embora, nunca, mesmo quando não eram bem tratados. Amor, verdade, beleza, sabedoria e consolo perante a morte.”
Cornelia Funke, Coração de tinta

Cornelia Funke
“(...)depois de acordar de um pesadelo, nada a sossegava mais do que a respiração do pai, ali ao seu lado, e o folhear das páginas. Nada conseguia espantar mais rapidamente os sonhos maus do que o sussurrar do papel impresso.”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“But fear was an emotion Jacob almost enjoyed. It lured him to dark places, through forbidden doors and far away from himself. Even the yearning for his father could be drowned in it.”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“Farid callaba. Sus oídos amaban la voz de Lengua de Brujo. Era la voz que lo había sacado de su otra vida mísera, pero amaba más a Dedo Polvoriento, sin saber por qué.”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“the sly smile hides the broken heart”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“Las malas historias no despiertan a la vida. No hay ningún Dedo Polvoriento en ellas.”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“But the marten laughed. And once again it sounded like an old woman’s laughter.

"All stories end with me, Bluejay," Death said. "You will find me everywhere.”
Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

Cornelia Funke
“Words weighed light, light as a feather, even the most important of them.”
Cornelia Funke, Inkspell