487 Quotes by Cornelia Funke

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.

What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn't be love. Love was warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this was dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it was hungry. So hungry. It must have some other name, just as there couldn't be the same word for life and death, or for moon and sun

They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

Es gab Geschichten, dass der Natternkopf seinem Herold auch ein Herz aus Silber hatte anfertigen lassen, aber Fenoglio war sicher, dass in der Brust des Pfeifers ein menschliches Herz schlug. Nichts war grausamer, als ein Herz aus Fleisch und Blut, weil es wusste, was Schmerzen bereitete.

Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.

Was there any more wretched existence than the life of a writer who had run out of words?

Perhaps it's true that death is only the beginning of a new story, but no one has ever read the book in which it's written.

La sete di storie diminuiva se si poteva viverne una?