“...little creatures they were who seemed to have been blown from glass.” — Michael Ende Copy Share Image
To be wise was to be above joy and sorrow, fear and pity, ambition and humiliation. It was to hate nothing and to love… — Michael Ende Copy Share
He had been through a good deal in the course of the Great Quest — he had seen beautiful things and horrible things —… — Michael Ende Copy Share
There were doors that looked like large keyholes, others that resembled the entrances to caves, there were golden doors, some were padded and some… — Michael Ende Copy Share
“Hasta entonces, todo había sido para él como un gran juego. Se lo había tomado tan en serio como se tomaba cualquier juego y… — Michael Ende Copy Share
Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it? It… — Michael Ende Copy Share
“And there in the snow lay the pictures, like jewels bedded in white silk. They were paper-thin sheets of colored transparent isin glass of… — Michael Ende Copy Share
There were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that all were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy… — Michael Ende Copy Share
“A person’s reason for doing someone a good turn matters as much as the good turn itself.” — Michael Ende Copy Share
As they advanced (towards the fountain) one after another of Bastian's Fastastican gifts fell away from him. The strong, handsome, fearless hero became the… — Michael Ende Copy Share
You wish for something, you've wanted it for years, and you're sure you want it, as long as you know you can't have it.… — Michael Ende Copy Share
I wonder, what's in a book while it's closed. Oh, I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, something… — Michael Ende Copy Share
“When your turn comes to jump into the Nothing, you too will be a nameless servant of power, with no will of your own.… — Michael Ende Copy Share
All that matters in life," the grey man went on, "is to climb the ladder of success, amount to something, own things. When a… — Michael Ende Copy Share
Momo listened to everyone and everything - even to the rain and the wind and the pine trees - and all of them spoke… — Michael Ende Copy Share
