Inkdeath Quotes

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Cornelia Funke
“Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.”
Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

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

Cornelia Funke
“Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder...”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in a sea of stars. The wind passing over his unscarred face was cold from the snow of the surrounding mountains, and Dustfinger relished life as if he were tasting it for the first time. The longing it brought, and the desire. All the bitterness, all the sweetness, even if it was only for a while, never for more than a while, everything gained and lost, lost and found again.”
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke
“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. ”
Cornelia Funke

“Farid...She missed him so much that she felt ashamed of it.”
Meggie Inkspell by 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
“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, Inkdeath

Cornelia Funke
“—¿[Matar] es fácil?
«Sí —pensó Mo—. Sí, lo es... una vez que en tu pecho late un segundo corazón, frío y de aristas duras como la espada que portas. Unas gotas de odio y furia, unas semanas de miedo y de rabia desvalida bastan para que crezca dentro de ti. Te marca el compás cuando llega el momento de matar, salvaje y rápido. Y sólo después vuelves a sentir tu otro corazón, tan blando y cálido. Se estremece ante lo que has hecho al compás del otro. Duele y tiembla... Pero eso acontece después.»
El joven seguía mirándolo.
—Es muy fácil —repuso Mo—. Morir es más difícil.”
Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

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
“Was there any more wretched existence than the life of a writer who had run out of words?”
Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

Cornelia Funke
“But that was the trouble with this world--at heart, it was childish.”
Cornelia Funke, Inkdeath

Laura Chouette
“All those feelings were set ablaze by your ink.”
Laura Chouette