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Quotes from Cornelia Funke

The world around them was as still as if it had used up all the words, as if all the tales there were to tell in this world had now been told.
~ Cornelia Funke
A bondade pode ser tão claramente identificada quanto a crueldade. Irradia luz e calor.
~ Cornelia Funke
What happened to a book that disappeared into its own story?
~ Cornelia Funke
We will never have the wealth of experience our immortal creators have. Yet I find comfort in the thought that this limited lifespan gives our minds, at times, refreshing freedom.
~ Cornelia Funke
A menina escutou a respiração, o som latejante do seu coração batendo normalmente, como um metrônomo marcando o andamento musical.
~ Cornelia Funke
Come se ogni volta, fra le pagine, rimanesse attaccato qualcosa: sensazioni, pensieri, rumori, odori... E quando a distanza di anni li riapri, ritrovi te stesso, un po' più giovane, un po' diverso, quasi il libro ti avesse conservato come un fiore fatto seccare tra le pagine... un po' estraneo e un po' familiare.»
~ Cornelia Funke
The world is a dangerous place, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it. Albert Einstein
~ Cornelia Funke
Seu pai o conduzirá com cuidado até a ponta do penhasco e depois o segurará com força. Quando o filho tentou recuar, o homem o agarrou e o forçou a olhar para o abismo. Sentiu medo?, perguntou o pai. Nunca se esqueça disso. É o que vai sentir toda vez que fraquejar.
~ Cornelia Funke
No one will sing it, Meggie. People don't like their heroes to need help, particularly not from women and children.
~ Cornelia Funke
Humans asked them about everything, but they usually weren't half as good at finding the answers.
~ Cornelia Funke
But we'd need words for that, exactly the right words, because only the right words unlock the doors between worlds.
~ Cornelia Funke
A imortalidade era digna e precisa. Certamente não necessitava de um coração.
~ Cornelia Funke
If he has been my father's enemy, I like him still less!" exclaimed the now really anxious girl. "Will you not speak to him, Major Heyward, that I may hear his tones? Foolish though it may be, you have often heard me avow my faith in the tones of the human voice!" J. Fenimore Cooper, The Last of the Mohicans
~ Cornelia Funke
Ma scusa, lo dici sempre anche tu: i libri devono essere pesanti perché dentro hanno il mondo intero.
~ Cornelia Funke
Don't have a mother," he said. Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very over-rated persons. J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan
~ Cornelia Funke
Hentzau saw the Jade Goyl just as clearly as the Fairy had in her dreams. The pale green stone ran through his human skin like a promise.
~ Cornelia Funke
Ofelia could still hear Mercedes crying while the blood of the dying girl in her arms was dripping down into the well. She recognized the lullaby Mercedes hummed. And then... Ofelia smiled - oh, so faintly - and then could hear no more. And Mercedes bent over the dead girl and sobbed until the dark hard was wet with her tears.
~ Cornelia Funke
We were told there was a village nearby that might enjoy our skills." "You were misinformed," Buttercup told him. "There is no one, not for many miles." "Then there will be no one to hear you scream," the Sicilian said, and he jumped with frightening agility toward her face. William Goldman, The Princess Bride
~ Cornelia Funke
A lua parecia uma foice faminta no céu quando eles saíram do moinho.
~ Cornelia Funke
Which skin shall I give you, Clara Ferber? Do you want fur? Do you want stone?
~ Cornelia Funke
Deixe a raiva seguir seu curso ou ela pode consumir você.
~ Cornelia Funke
Ofelia could still hear Mercedes crying while the blood of the dying girl in her arms was dripping down into the well. She recognized the lullaby Mercedes hummed. And then... Ofelia smiled - oh, so faintly - and then could hear no more. And Mercedes bent over the dead girl and sobbed until the dark hair was wet with her tears.
~ Cornelia Funke
All words are written in the same ink, 'flower' and 'power', say, are much the same, and though I might write 'blood, blood, blood' all over the page the paper would not be stained nor would I bleed. Philippe Jacottet, 'Chant d'en bas
~ Cornelia Funke
do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. Pablo Neruda, "The Dead Woman," The Captain's
~ Cornelia Funke