Cornelia Funke Quotes - Page 2

-You forgot something important!
-What?
-It's under my sweater!
-WHAT?!
-Me!

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.

The only way ghosts can hurt you is through your own fear

She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.

Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page any more than they begin on the first page

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.

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.

Sai bene quanto il fuoco sia facile a offendersi.

La paura ha tutto un altro sapore quando la si vive dal vero, Meggie, e giocare all’eroe non era così divertente come mi ero immaginato.

Il punto è che credi troppo volentieri a ciò che vuoi credere.

Faccio volentieri delle promesse, specialmente quelle che non posso mantenere.

Io non credo fondamentalmente a nessuno, ormai dovresti saperlo. Siamo tutti bugiardi quando serve.

You'd like him back, too, wouldn't you?"
It was difficult for her to turn her eyes away from Farid's face. "He'll never come back," she whispered, and look at Dustfinger. She didn't have the strength to speak any louder. All her strength was gone, as if Farid had taken it away with him. He had taken everything away from him.

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world -any world. The very best of all.

.......only the powerful were hated, and that was what he was meant to be in this world.
Powerful.

He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. 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.