100 Best Cornelia Funke Quotes & Sayings
Cornelia Funke is a German illustrator who writes fantasy books and novels for all ages. She is best known for the Inkheart Trilogy which was described as ‘delectably transfixing’ by the critics. For several years, Funke was known as the bestselling writer of children’s fiction until 2002, when she released her German book ‘Herr der Diebe’ (The Thief Lord) in the US. The book received an overwhelming response by the American audience. Soon, she became renowned as a multiple award-winning storyteller. Her other notable works include Inkspell, Dragon Writer and Kleiner Werwolf that fetched her several laurels and worldwide recognition. She won many prestigious prizes for her excellent penmanship including the 2008 Roswitha Prize, 2006 Booksense Book of the Year for Children’s Literature. She also received the Sakura Medal awarded by the Japanese international students group in 2006. Funke specializes in Adventure and Fantasy genres. Owing to her creative writing talents, most of her German works have now been translated into English. Till now, more than 20 million copies of her books have sold worldwide. The Time magazine listed her as the 100 most influential people of 2005. Funke inspires aspiring authors and readers to read, develop curiosity and explore the world around them. Her social works have a major influence on her writing style. We have curated a collection of Cornelia Funke’s best quotes through her writings and life. Here is a collection of some thought-provoking and relevant quotes by 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.
Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.
So what? All writers are lunatics!
Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends.
Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.
The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.
Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.
Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.
You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.
Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.
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.
When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.
Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.
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.
Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.
A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.
I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor
A book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.
Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.
Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.
You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings.
All writers are insane!
My children were all made from paper and printer's ink...
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.
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.
