Cornelia Funke idézet

oldal 2

“If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.”

“In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?”

“Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.”

“The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.”

“Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.”

“Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other!”

“Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.”

“It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful..”

“Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.”

“Youcrazy!" whispered Meggie. "You're a total lunatic!"

But her opinion did not impress Fenoglio in the slightest. "So what? All writers are lunatics!”

“Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets?”

“She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.”

“The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.”

“The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.”

“You forgot something important!
-What?
-It's under my sweater!
-WHAT?!
-Me!”

“What are stories for if we don't learn from them?”

“Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away”

“perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.”

“We're all liars when it serves our purpose.”

“Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.”

“Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?”

“She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.”

“Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened.
He was home again.”

“believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things.
Clive Barker, Abarat”

“The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus”

“Reality is a fragile thing.”

“She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?”

“Why would we ever want to go back when your world is so accommodating with your telephones and your guns and what's that sticky stuff called… duct tape.”

“Words are immortal - Elinor”