Top 300 Cornelia Funke Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “Loving someone merely meant pain. Nothing but pain.”

— Cornelia Funke

202. “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

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

— Cornelia Funke

204. “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

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

208. “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?”

— Cornelia Funke

209. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

212. “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

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

— Cornelia Funke

214. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

216. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

219. “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

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

222. “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

223. “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

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

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225. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

226. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

227. “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

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

— Cornelia Funke

229. “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?”

— Cornelia Funke

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

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

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234. “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

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

237. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

243. “A child in the woods. A child with an army.”

— Cornelia Funke

244. “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.”

— Cornelia Funke

245. “No. Nothing could make it easier. You lost what you loved. That was death, here as well as there.”

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246. “Although it’s not just plants and animals that die out, so do books. Quite often, I’m sorry to say. I’m sure you could fill a hundred houses like this one to the roof with all the books that have disappeared forever.”

— Cornelia Funke

247. “A wedding, a daughter in payment, and a white dress to hide all the bloody battlefields.”

— Cornelia Funke

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

— Cornelia Funke

249. “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

250. “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