Cornelia Funke Quotes

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The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

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Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?

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Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The books told you about that feeling. The books spoke of love, and it was wonderful to listen to them, but they were no substitute for love itself. They couldn't kiss her like Meggie, they couldn't hug her like Resa, they couldn't laugh like Mortimer. Poor books, poor Elinor.

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She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words, just large enough for her and Farid to pass through....

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When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.

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But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.

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I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

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Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

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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.

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The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.

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I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.

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Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

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Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. 'He might tell me how my story ends,' he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. 'You mean you don't know?' Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn't particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. 'What's so unusual about that, princess?' he asked quietly. 'Do you know how your story ends?' Meggie had no answer for that.

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Words, words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

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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.

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