Cornelia Quotes

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

Perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read. ~ Cornelia Funke

Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a little.
"I don't mind the world or the devil much, but the flesh does rather bother me," she admitted. "You always look as cool as a cucumber, Anne, dearie. Do I smell cherry pie? If I do, ask me to stay to tea ... ~ L.M. Montgomery

The Fairy looked at the broken glass around her feet. Her shattered cage. And the one who'd put her in it was far, far away. But, no, she had caged herself. ~ Cornelia Funke

Sometimes, when I went to the spring to wash early in the morning," he murmured, "there'd be tiny fairies flitting around above the water, not much bigger than the butterflies you have here, and blue as violet petals. They liked to fly into my hair. Sometimes they spat in my face. They weren't very friendly, but they shone like glowworms by night. I sometimes caught one and put it in a jar. If I let it out at night before going to sleep I had wonderful dreams."
"Capricorn said there were trolls and giants, too," said Meggie quietly.
Dustfinger gave her a thoughtful look. "Yes, there were," he said. "But Capricorn wasn't particularly fond of them. He'd have liked to do away with them all. He had them hunted. He hunted anything that could run."
"It must be a dangerous world." Meggie was trying to imagine it all: the giants, the trolls, and the fairies. Mo had once given her a book about fairies.
Dustfinger shrugged. "Yes, it's dangerous, so what? This world's dangerous, too, isn't it? ~ Cornelia Funke

Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else. ~ Cornelia Funke

I know you all think I'm a magician, but I'm not. The magic comes out of the books
themselves, and I have no more idea than you or any of your men how it works. ~ Cornelia Funke

She had thought the chewing and digesting were meant literally and wondered, horrified, why Mo had hung on his workshop door the words of someone who vandalized books. ~ Cornelia Funke

What's so unusual about that, princess?" he asked quietly. "Do you know how your story ends? ~ Cornelia Funke

Since you are determined to be married, Miss Cornelia," said Gilbert solemnly, "I shall give you the excellent rules for the management of a husband which my grandmother gave my mother when she married my father."
"Well, I reckon I can manage Marshall Elliott," said Miss Cornelia placidly. "But let us hear your rules."
"The first one is, catch him."
"He's caught. Go on."
"The second one is, feed him well."
"With enough pie. What next?"
"The third and fourth are
keep your eye on him. ~ L.M. Montgomery

Well, James Matthew is a name that will wear well and not fade in the washing," said Miss Cornelia. "I'm glad you didn't load him down with some highfalutin, romantic name that he'd be ashamed of when he gets to be a grandfather ... ~ L.M. Montgomery

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 surprise ready to punish you for every false step. ~ Cornelia Funke

I don't want it all to be pretty - it's a combination of loss and gain. Things are born, live and hang in limbo. That's what life's about ... ~ Cornelia Parker

There is no English equivalent for the French word flâneur. Cassell's dictionary defines flâneur as a stroller, saunterer, drifter but none of these terms seems quite accurate. There is no English equivalent for the term, just as there is no Anglo-Saxon counterpart of that essentially Gallic individual, the deliberately aimless pedestrian, unencumbered by any obligation or sense of urgency, who, being French and therefore frugal, wastes nothing, including his time which he spends with the leisurely discrimination of a gourmet, savoring the multiple flavors of his city. ~ Cornelia Otis Skinner

Oh, putrid puffballs! Stop winding us all up like this or I'll tie a knot in your tail! ~ Cornelia Funke

Fox could've kissed him on the mouth just to taste the smile on his lips. Forbidden. She'd almost forgotten. ~ Cornelia Funke

Some books should be tasted,
Some devoured,
But only a few
Should be chewed and digested
Thoroughly ~ Cornelia Funke

Courage was not given; it was acquired, earned. You had to take the difficult paths. ~ Cornelia Funke

You don't want to spend your life searching for relevance," Iris said. "It will only lead to mistakes. Those mistakes will harden you and make you bitter. You'll start resenting people who have found happiness. You'll spread misery, hoping it will destroy your own, but it won't. If you have a chance to validate something within yourself, then do yourself a favor and take that chance. You don't want to live with a piece of your heart missing - it'll turn you into a monster. It's better to be the hero of your own story than to become the villain of someone else's."
"So you're saying I would find this Cornelia woman?" Bree asked.
"If it'll bring you peace, I recommend you do," Iris said. "Even if you don't get the answers you're looking for, you'll never be poisoned with regret. ~ Chris Colfer

They are shooting The Thief Lord in Venice at the moment. ~ Cornelia Funke

Everyone is small at night. ~ Cornelia Funke

She shed no tears. She just sat there, as if someone had cut out her heart. ~ Cornelia Funke

Love makes cowards of us all. ~ Cornelia Funke

It could not have been easy for Mother, an only child, to grow up without a father and with a mother who was remote. Photos of her as a child show her extremely dressed up
Cornie's beautiful little doll. But a daughter, unlike a doll, grows up, and might fall in love with and marry someone her mother does not like; she becomes an individual with her own ideas. ~ Cornelia Maude Spelman

It was much easier for him now that he was smaller to negotiate his way through his crammed shop but he still tried to swagger past the shelves like he used to in the past. The attempt looked so strange that Scipio started to mimic him behind his back. "What's the silly giggling about?" Barbarossa asked when Prosper and Renzo bust out laughing. ~ Cornelia Funke

Stories never really end ... even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page. ~ Cornelia Funke

And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts. ~ Cornelia Funke

CORNELIA: -Sit down. Don't leave the table.
GRACE: -Is that an order?
CORNELIA: -I don't give orders to you, I make requests.
GRACE: -Sometimes the requests of an employer are hard to distinguish from orders. [She sits down] ~ Tennessee Williams

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring ~ Cornelia Funke

They forked up in the air for him, like trees branching in the night, and rained down sparks. They roared and whispered with their crackling voices, they had danced when he said the word. The flames here were both tame and mutinous, strange, silent beasts that sometimes bit the hand that fed them. Only occasionally, on cold nights when there was nothing but the flames to stave off his loneliness, did he think he heard them calling to him, but they whispered words he didn't understand. ~ Cornelia Funke

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

He pressed his fist to where his heart had once beaten, and I did the same. I'm sure I looked like a total idiot, but I think we all do when we're really happy. Except for Longspee. He just looked fabulous being happy. ~ Cornelia Funke

The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons. ~ Cornelia Funke

Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper. ~ Cornelia Funke

Reality is a fragile thing. ~ Cornelia Funke

If practice makes you perfect
shouldn't good behavior be added
to the curriculum ~ Cornelia "Connie" DeDona

Love is always a prison. ~ Cornelia Funke

Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor. ~ Cornelia Funke

Nobody loves only once. ~ Cornelia Funke

It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place ~ Cornelia Funke

Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain. ~ Cornelia Funke

I hadn't the personality to be a long-term Success. ~ Cornelia Parker

I met David Smith through my former wife, Cornelia, who'd studied with him. ~ Kenneth Noland

Sustain a bright and joyful spirit. ~ Cornelia Connelly

Cry down materialism all you will, surely one of the thoroughly satisfactory sensations of this world is to feel financially independent ... ~ Cornelia Parker

Oh yes, he was an idiot. He'd always been frightened by how much he needed her. And now it was too late. ~ Cornelia Funke

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said ... "As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells ... and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower ... both strange and familiar. ~ Cornelia Funke

Then, whenever I feel the sun on my face, I will think of you, " I told him. "You will always be with me, Bill. Because of all I have felt for you, and all I have learned from you. ~ Cornelia Maude Spelman

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from? ~ Cornelia Funke

… Could I return, I will not say to revel, but breath this sky, under which I was born: to rejoice with sea views and gardens; to consol me with your kindness; to drink this wine or this water, that might reduce my illness… ~ Torquato Tasso

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

Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed. ~ Cornelia Otis Skinner

We realized what a spot we were in. We had to deliver the goods, or else there wouldn't ever be another chance for women pilots in any part of the service. ~ Cornelia Fort

when the shadows of your life haunt you, and you bitterly miss the ones you once loved, then only sleep can grant oblivion ~ Cornelia Funke

The rain pummeled the old Dragon bones as though to provide the rhythm to the song of their mortality, but death was not what they had on their minds - or wasn't love sometimes called the small death? ~ Cornelia Funke

Second, there are so many magical places in books that you can't go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go. ~ Cornelia Funke

Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil. ~ Cornelia Funke

The Weaver wove herself from the thread of night, hair of moonlight, skin of stars. So old. Without beginning or end. ~ Cornelia Funke

The story of Sybil is true, not fictional or fraudulent. One early commentator actually suggested that Sybil and Dr. Cornelia Wilbur, her treating psychiatrist, were a case of folie à deux, or shared psychosis (Victor, 1975). Having met Dr. Wilbur, listened to her presentations on multiple personality (now known as dissociative identity disorder), and read the many critiques and reviews of Sybil, I have concluded that Sybil was not iatrogenically created by Dr. Wilbur. ~ Philip M. Coons

Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face.
Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood.
You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier? ~ Cornelia Funke

Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness? ~ Cornelia Funke

If I'm not doing the work I want, I usually suffer a psychological allergic reaction and get ill. It niggles when things get out of my control. ~ Cornelia Parker

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment. ~ Cornelia Funke

How loud small noises sound in a silence. ~ Cornelia Funke

New York, forever the port of em- and de-barkation en route to Adventure. ~ Cornelia Parker

And I plan to write a sequel to Dragon Rider. ~ Cornelia Funke

Leftie loosely is the way
to relax a set old screw
as rightie tightly thinks
new bullshit to pursue ~ Cornelia "Connie" DeDona

He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water
although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul. ~ Cornelia Funke

He sought her lips as if he needed to breathe through her, as if only she could keep him from choking on his rage. ~ Cornelia Funke

You must not hide the gifts God has given, but use them in his service ~ Cornelia Connelly

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

Trees are silent guards, they are the listeners and they hold knowledge mankind has long forgotten." - The Wolf and The Druidess ~ Cornelia Amiri

Bo : Prop's very brave and I'm
good at cheering him up, so
we make a good team. ~ Cornelia Funke

A strong and bitter book-sickness floods one's soul. How ignominious to be strapped to this ponderous mass of paper, print and dead man's sentiment. Would it not be better, finer, braver to leave the rubbish where it lies and walk out into the world a free untrammelled illiterate Superman? ~ Cornelia Funke

The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face. ~ Cornelia Funke

Ah,yes!That ... Silvertongue!" Orpheus spoke the name in a disparaging tone, as if he couldn't believe that anyone really deserved it.
Yes, that's what he's called. How do you know?" There was no mistaking Dustfinger's surprise.
The hellhound snuffled at Farid's bare toes. Orpheus shrugged. "Sooner or later you get to hear of everyone who can breate life into letters on a page. ~ Cornelia Funke

Why did such truths only reveal themselves after they'd become lies? ~ Cornelia Funke

Any girl who has flown at all grows used to the prejudice of most men pilots who will trot out any number of reasons why women can't possibly be good pilots ... The only way to show the disbelievers, the snickering hangar pilots, is to show them. ~ Cornelia Fort

For the hundredth time, she closed her eyes so she could see another room in her mind's eye, one with a curtain full of stars, and a mattress surrounded by books that whispered their stories to her at night. – Pg. 235 ~ Cornelia Funke

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name. ~ Cornelia Funke

When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful. ~ Cornelia Funke

Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly. Love, truth, beauty, wisdom and consolation against death. Who had said that? someone else who loved books. ~ Cornelia Funke

They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar voices, friends that never quarreled with her, clever, powerful friends - daring and knowledgable, 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 while Mo cut leather and fabric to the right size and re-stitched old pages that over countless years had grown fragile from the many fingers leafing through them. ~ Cornelia Funke

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world -any world. The very best of all. ~ Cornelia Funke

It's a cruel world, don't you think? ~ Cornelia Funke

Though Americans have tremendous respect for the ability of engineers and scientists to solve important problems and answer important questions, polls indicate many of us worry that technology moves too fast, and that its benefits blind us to important spiritual concerns. ~ Cornelia Dean

Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness. ~ Cornelia Funke

Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth ... all those glorious words. ~ Cornelia Funke

Lord Rama renounced his kingdom and became the most powerful king in the land. Buddha renounced the world and the world fell at his feet. Cornelia, my innocent girl, please do not believe that renunciation is to forsake power. Rather, it's the very means to power!' Chandragupta ~ Ashwin Sanghi

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

They (books) 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. ~ Cornelia Funke

That bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch! ~ Cornelia Funke

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately. ~ Cornelia Funke

Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental. ~ Cornelia Funke

A mirror hung between the shelves.
Clara stepped in front of it and let her fingers run over the silver roses that covered the frame. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The glass they surrounded was dark, as if the night had spilled onto it. It was misted up, and right where she saw the reflection of her face was the imprint of a hand. ~ Cornelia Funke

There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart. ~ Cornelia Funke

I know why you're here ... This world doesn't frighten you half as much as the other one. You have nothing and nobody to lose here. Except Fox, and she clearly worries more about you than you do about her. You've left all that could frighten you in the other world. But then Will came here and brought it all with him. ~ Cornelia Funke

My voice had bayou gut them slipping out of their story like a bookmark forgotten by a reader between the pages ~ Cornelia Funke

Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news? ~ Cornelia Funke

And the pain was back again, and time, and longing too. ~ Cornelia Funke