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Cornelia Funke Quotes

Cornelia Funke quotes about heart

Deutsch Author, Writer December 10, 1958

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Cornelia Funke quote: "Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the..."
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose? Cornelia Funke
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
The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's foolishness, it sang mocking songs about love, derided it as a whim of nature, transient as flowers. So why did she still keep following her heart? Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke quote: "She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where..."
She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from? Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke quote: "Wasn't that what all stories said? You felt it, like a pang in..."
Wasn't that what all stories said? You felt it, like a pang in your heart, when something was happening to someone you love Cornelia Funke
believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things.Clive Barker, Abarat Cornelia Funke
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
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
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
Can’t you imagine? Haven’t you told her about the place enough?” He tried the handle again, as if that could change anything. Meggie had covered the whole door with quotations. They looked to him now like magic spells written on the white paint in childish hand. Take me to another world! Go on! I know you can do it. My father has shown me how. Odd that your heart didn’t simply stop when it hurt so much. Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke quote: "It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart,..."
It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.. Cornelia Funke
Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost? Cornelia Funke
The wrong words. They were true a hundred times over, yet they sounded like a lie. Hadn't he always know it? Words were useless. At times they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moments you really needed them . You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is a silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice. Cornelia Funke
For a moment Dustfinger felt as if he had never been away- as if he had simply had a bad dream, and the memory of it had left a stale taste on his tongue, a shadow on his heart, nothing more. Cornelia Funke
Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice. Cornelia Funke

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