Top 300 Cornelia Funke Quotes (2025 Update)
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201. “The python dropped his head lightly for a moment on Mowgli’s shoulders. “A brave heart and a courteous tongue,” said he. “They shall carry thee far through the jungle, manling.”

— Cornelia Funke

202. “What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal?”

— Cornelia Funke

203. “When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.”

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204. “Fox squeezed past him, feeling his warmth like a home.”

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205. “Was she happy? Yes. And no. Because now the words were back, and with them the name that had spun gold around her heart for so long she hardly remembered how things had felt before him.”

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206. “Yes,’ she whispered. ‘He was more worried about the book than me.”

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207. “Many of the snowflakes, he had told her, were tiny elves who kissed your face with icy lips before melting on your warm skin.”

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208. “The wheels of the pocket watch began to move in their perfect rhythm, confirming once again that there was no end to well-kept order. Immortality was clean and precise. For sure it didn’t need a heart. A heartbeat became irregular so easily and at the end it stopped, however carefully one treated it.”

— Cornelia Funke

209. “Love scared him. It was soft. And vulnerable.”

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210. “Oh yes, he was an idiot. He’d always been frightened by how much he needed her. And now it was too late.”

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211. “That was what made fighting so easy – you could always choose death rather than captivity.”

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212. “And all was well.”

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213. “If she’d known him better, she might’ve tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human – life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder your path got, and you’d still have to travel it.”

— Cornelia Funke

214. “Loving someone merely meant pain. Nothing but pain.”

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215. “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.”

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216. “Maybe people don’t see the cruelty in your world right away, it’s better hidden, but it’s there all the same.”

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217. “Tapi suatu saat nanti dia mungkin akan semiskin tikus karena membelanjakan semua uangnya untuk membeli buku. Aku takut dia juga tak akan ragu menjual jiwanya jika ada iblis yang bisa memberikan buku yang diinginkannya.”

— Cornelia Funke

218. “So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for.”

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219. “Some of the other mudlarks also swore that Ofelia Fuente’s mother was a Witch, but they said that about almost every woman, especially the ones who managed to make a living for themselves.”

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220. “They’re my children, my inky children, and I look after them well.”

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221. “Let’s be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!”

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222. “Together. Even in death. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. A double statue of silver. Romantic. What would their faces show? Fear? Or love?”

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223. “She had thought the chewing and digesting were meant literally and wondered, horrified, why Mo had hung on his workshop door the words of someone who vandalized books.”

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224. “How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.”

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225. “Men liked to claim how different they were, yet they were all so alike.”

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226. “Words are immortal -until someone comes along and burns them.”

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227. “And that everyone has to find their own path, even brothers.”

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228. “Their dust was in high demand, as it gave sweet dreams, but Tabetha couldn’t afford to get lost in them. Those dreams were only lies anyway, and waking up from them only made facing reality harder.”

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229. “Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain.”

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230. “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

231. “How loud small noises sound in a silence.”

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232. “She was beginning to miss him when he wasn’t near.”

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233. “Perhaps she was more like him than he’d thought: her home, too, had consisted of paper and printer’s ink. She probably felt as lost as he did in the real world.”

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234. “Why such haste? For a foolish hope? Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was a light in all the darkness?”

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235. “In fairy tales, the heroes are punished when they run away from a task. The heroes, not their younger brothers...”

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236. “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.”

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237. “It must be a dangerous world.” Meggie was trying to imagine it all: the giants, the trolls, and the fairies. Mo had once given her a book about fairies. Dustfinger shrugged. “Yes, it’s dangerous, so what? This world’s dangerous, too, isn’t it?”

— Cornelia Funke

238. “I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.”

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239. “After all,” she said, “many people here have little enough patience or understanding for their fellow human beings who are only superficially different than them – so how would it be for little people with blue skins who can fly?”

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240. “For far too long she’d made herself small, made herself fit into their world.”

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241. “Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.”

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242. “He felt Death reaching out to him. But all of a sudden there was something else, too: words. Words that relieved the pain, cooled his brow, and spoke of love, nothing but love... It was his daughter’s voice, and the White Women withdrew their pale hands as if they had burned themselves on her love.”

— Cornelia Funke

243. “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

244. “I don’t like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things.”

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245. “Death has white hounds.”

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246. “Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.”

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247. “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.”

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248. “Odd that your heart didn’t simply stop when it hurt so much.”

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249. “The only way ghosts can hurt you is through your own fear.”

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250. “How clear one’s own desires become once they are made impossible.”

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