Quotes from Cornelia Funke

She was gone. And his heart was beating too loud and too fast. Into nothingness.

Look at your daughter,' she whispered. 'As brave as...as.. She wanted to compare Meggie to a hero in some story but all the heroes she could think of were men, and anyway none of them seemed to her brave enough for comparison to the girl standing there, perfectly straight, scrutinizing Capricorn's Black Jackets, with her chin jutting out defiantly.

Maybe love bore fruit even more poisonous than fear.

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

Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news?

Sometimes a crow lands on the roof of the house. It sits there for hours and watches the girl. The woman doesn't chase the bird away.

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

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.

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

Truth or lie... he had always chosen the lie, to spare his little brother any unpleasant truth.

I hope you drop dead!" She screamed as Basta hauled her out of the room. "I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke!" Basta laughed as he closed the door. "Just listen to this little wildcat!" He said. "I think I'll have to watch my step with you around!

A thousand enemies outside the house/ are better than one within (Arab Proverb)

Manchmal ist es schon praktisch, dass unser Gedaechtnis nicht halb so gut ist wie das der Buecher, ohne sie wuessten wir vermutlich gar nichts mehr.

You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them...

But his heart, strangely enough, told him something else.

After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you'd never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real conjured up with the right words, and you could leave them behind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to yourself.

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

The best lies stay close to the truth.

She'd fallen in love with the wrong boy. But when did love ever bother about that?

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

Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless supply of those.

Loving someone merely meant pain. Nothing but pain.

I woke up and knew he was gone. Straightaway I knew he was gone. When you love somebody you know these things. David Almond, Skellig

To never let the other forget who they are—love is also about that.