“Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor.” — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“She shed no tears. She just sat there, as if someone had cut out her heart.” — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from? — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose? — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Perhaps she was more like him than he’d thought: Her home, too, had consisted of paper and printer’s ink. She probably felt… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
She had found him and was bringing back his thanks. Nor did she forget to mention that he had assured her that… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
“What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
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… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker,… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there's a nasty… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“For a moment Dustfinger felt as if he had never been away- as if he had simply had a bad dream, and the memory… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right? — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“And he will have a great aunt called Elinor who tells him there's a world not like this one. A world with neither fairies… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
“Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination. — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
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.… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share
