No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge. Cornelia Funke More Quotes by Cornelia Funke More Quotes From Cornelia Funke Ten minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know. Cornelia Funke waitingheartlong Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again. Peace. Was that the word? Cornelia Funke flowerheartbeautiful perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read. Cornelia Funke made I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else. Cornelia Funke eyeheartbeautiful 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 thankseyebeautiful This world,' she said. 'Do you really like it?' What a question! Farid never asked himself such things. He was glad to be with Dustfinger again and didn't mind where that was. It's a cruel world, don't you think?' Meggie went on. 'Mo often told me I forget how cruel it is too easily.' With his burned fingers, Farid stroke her fair hair. It shone even in the dark. 'They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one, too. Maybe the people don't see the cruelty in your world right away, it's better hidden, but it's there all the same. Cornelia Funke darkhairthinking Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before. Cornelia Funke curiositydoorsbook There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar voices, friends that never quarreled with her, clever, powerful friends -- daring and knowledgeable, tried and tested adventurers who had traveled far and wide. Her books cheered her up when she was sad and kept her from being bored. Cornelia Funke powerfulcleverbook Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry. Cornelia Funke so-sadhelpingsometimes Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too!" Fenoglio snapped at her. "My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here," he said holding them out to her, "don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words Meggie! 'Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm it's creator! Cornelia Funke crushwritinghands And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it. Cornelia Funke examplenamesconversation 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. Cornelia Funke cuttingfatherbook And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years. Cornelia Funke takenstupidheart My son always says I like very weird music. Cornelia Funke my-sonson I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children. Cornelia Funke watch-moviewatcheschildren Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done? Cornelia Funke blackdonewater Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful. Cornelia Funke heartbeautifulnew-day Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once. Cornelia Funke being-in-lovehearthappiness Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse! Cornelia Funke teethlinespoor This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends. Cornelia Funke wonderful-friendsbookworld
