Top 300 Cornelia Funke Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “She’d fallen in love with the wrong boy. But when did love ever bother about that?”

— Cornelia Funke

152. “I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.”

— Cornelia Funke

153. “Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.”

— Cornelia Funke

154. “It was far easier to believe in unhappiness than in happiness.”

— Cornelia Funke

155. “My darling,” she said at last, “are you sure you don’t mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?” “I don’t mind at all,” I said. “It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody loves you.”

— Cornelia Funke

156. “The stars shone down on her like flowers made of light, and their beauty hurt her weary heart.”

— Cornelia Funke

157. “No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.”

— Cornelia Funke

158. “I always thought it hadn’t influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German fairytales are to be found in my books.”

— Cornelia Funke

159. “Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he could really protect her from Capricorn and Basta and all the others. But he couldn’t. Would Mo be able to protect her? Of course not. He mustn’t come, she thought. Please. Perhaps he won’t be able to find his way in again! He mustn’t come. Yet there was nothing she wanted more, nothing in the whole wide world.”

— Cornelia Funke

160. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

161. “I know why you’re here... This world doesn’t frighten you half as much as the other one. You have nothing and nobody to lose here. Except Fox, and she clearly worries more about you than you do about her. You’ve left all that could frighten you in the other world. But then Will came here and brought it all with him.”

— Cornelia Funke

162. “My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.”

— Cornelia Funke

163. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

164. “I wish I had more time to visit schools.”

— Cornelia Funke

165. “Fear was like a beast that only grew fiercer when one gave in to it.”

— Cornelia Funke

166. “Why were love and death such close neighbors?”

— Cornelia Funke

167. “They forked up in the air for him, like trees branching in the night, and rained down sparks. They roared and whispered with their crackling voices, they had danced when he said the word. The flames here were both tame and mutinous, strange, silent beasts that sometimes bit the hand that fed them. Only occasionally, on cold nights when there was nothing but the flames to stave off his loneliness, did he think he heard them calling to him, but they whispered words he didn’t understand.”

— Cornelia Funke

168. “Why did such truths only reveal themselves after they’d become lies?”

— Cornelia Funke

169. “Didn’t books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?”

— Cornelia Funke

170. “Librarians. He’d never met one with a bad memory. He had a theory that words stuck to their minds like flies to flypaper.”

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

172. “I think we should sometimes read stories where everything’s different from our world, don’t you agree? There’s nothing’s like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six.” Of.”

— Cornelia Funke

173. “A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there’s a nasty surprise ready to punish you for every false step.”

— Cornelia Funke

174. “My son always says I like very weird music.”

— Cornelia Funke

175. “And the pain was back again, and time, and longing too.”

— Cornelia Funke

176. “Power. Like wine when you have it. Like poison when you lose it.”

— Cornelia Funke

177. “Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early bird But if you’re a worm, sleep late.”

— Cornelia Funke

178. “You can’t expect the wolf to turn vegetarian because of one Pup.”

— Cornelia Funke

179. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

180. “Life is so simple when you’re young, though of course that’s not what it feels like to the young.”

— Cornelia Funke

181. “For Her Ugliness loved stories full of darkness. She didn’t want to be told tales of good fortune and beauty, she liked to hear about death, ugly things, secrets heavy with tears. She wanted her very own world, and it had never heard of beauty and good fortune.”

— Cornelia Funke

182. “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

183. “There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.”

— Cornelia Funke

184. “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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185. “Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. “Because fear kills everything,” Mo had once told her. “Your mind, your heart, your imagination.”

— Cornelia Funke

186. “Whenever he felt the sharp pangs of homesickness he had come back here to his old enemies, where he didn’t feel quite so out of place.”

— Cornelia Funke

187. “What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?”

— Cornelia Funke

188. “Where did the love come from? What was it made of?”

— Cornelia Funke

189. “Sometimes it’s a good thing we don’t remember things half as well as books do.”

— Cornelia Funke

190. “We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn’t seem to be much fun at all.”

— Cornelia Funke

191. “Perhaps the story now goes on beyond the book.”

— Cornelia Funke

192. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

193. “Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster.”

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194. “Her beauty took one’s breath away, like a sudden pain.”

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195. “Courage was not given; it was acquired, earned. You had to take the difficult paths.”

— Cornelia Funke

196. “I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. – Elinor.”

— Cornelia Funke

197. “Nobody loves only once.”

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198. “Perhaps there’s another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we’d see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there’s a whole world that goes on – developing and changing like our own world.”

— Cornelia Funke

199. “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

200. “The Bluebeard’s terrible parting gift had been to make desire rhyme with death and fear.”

— Cornelia Funke