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My oba znaem, kakoe eto schast'e - nyrnut' v knigu i kakoe-to vremia zhit' vnutri neio, no rasstat'sia so svoei istoriei i popast' v nash mir - eto, kak vidno, nikomu ne prinosit schast'ia.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Znaete, ia veriu, chto na stranitsakh knigi vsegda ostaiotsia chto-to ot eio vladel'tsa.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Los libros deben ser pesados porque contienen el peso del mundo en ellos
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Resa longed for the kitchen, always full of the humming of the oversize fridge, for mo's workshop in the garden, and the armchair in the library where you could sit and visit strange worlds without getting lost in them
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1 A STRANGER IN THE NIGHT The moon shone in the rocking horse's eye, and in the mouse's eye, too, when Tolly fetched it out from under his pillow to see. The clock went tick-tock, and in the stillness he thought he heard little bare feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering, and a sound like the pages of a big book being turned over. L. M. Boston, The Children of Green Knowe Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain. M..
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Cornelia Funke |
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Un lettore non vede veramente i personaggi di una storia. Li sente.
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Cornelia Funke |
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I libri devono essere pesanti perche dentro hanno il mondo intero.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Es mejor tener mil enemigos fuera de casa que uno dentro. Proverbio arabe
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Cornelia Funke |
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Faccio volentieri delle promesse, specialmente quelle che non posso mantenere.
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Cornelia Funke |
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La paura ha tutto un altro sapore quando la si vive dal vero, Meggie, e giocare all'eroe non era cosi divertente come mi ero immaginato.
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Cornelia Funke |
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How was she supposed to deal with a child? She could hardly manage to keep her own painful heart together.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Cara Elinor, evidentemente lei e nata nella storia sbagliata>> osservo Dita di Polvere. Erano le prime parole che pronunciava dall'inizio del viaggio. <>. <> replico lui.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Il punto e che credi troppo volentieri a cio che vuoi credere.
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Cornelia Funke |
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La sete di storie diminuiva se si poteva viverne una?
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Cornelia Funke |
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He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Io non credo fondamentalmente a nessuno, ormai dovresti saperlo. Siamo tutti bugiardi quando serve.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Sai bene quanto il fuoco sia facile a offendersi.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Non sembrano luoghi pericolosi>> constato mentre superavano l'ennesima casetta rosa. <> le disse Dita di Polvere. <>.
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It's the place that worries you," said Hazel. "I don't like it myself, but it won't go on forever." Richard Adams, Watership Down"
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Cornelia Funke |
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Sommige boeken proef je, andere verslind je,
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Cornelia Funke |
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Sai bene come finiscono gli eroi. Non hanno ne mogli ne figli, e non diventano vecchi.
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Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes - if necessary - brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must. Clive Barker, Abarat
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Anything else? Ah, yes - Barbarossa... Esther carried on believing for quite a while that he was the most wonderful child she had ever met - until she caught him stuffing her most precious earrings into his trouser pockets and then discovered in his room an entire collection of valuable items that had mysteriously disappeared. Tearfully Esther sent him off to an expensive boarding school where Ernesto became the terror of his teachers and f..
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Believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker, Abarat
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The unicorns lifted their heads. Of course they weren't white. Why were things in this world always white-washed? Their hides were brown and grey, mottled black, and pale yellow like the autumn sun drifting through the damp fog above.
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Cornelia Funke |
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It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place,
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Cornelia Funke |
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Wood always remembers it was once a living tree, alive and breathing in both kingdoms, the one above and the one below.
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She looked inquiringly at Meggie. "Do you like Alice in Wonderland?" "Not particularly," said Meggie, staring at the map. Elinor shook her head at such childish folly and turned back to Dustfinger."
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Cornelia Funke |
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devil
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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!
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Cornelia Funke |
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Whenever she wanted to escape her own thoughts, she went to books for help.
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Cornelia Funke |
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The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink. Chinese proverb, Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst
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Cornelia Funke |
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It's always like that in stories: bad things happen but then it all ends happily. And this is a story.
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Cornelia Funke |
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All words are written in the same ink, 'flower' and 'power', say, are much the same, and though I might write 'blood, blood, blood' all over the page the paper would not be stained nor would I bleed. Philippe Jacottet, 'Chant d'en bas
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Cornelia Funke |
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Perhaps it's true that death is only the beginning of a new story, but no one has ever read the book in which it's written.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Os livros poderiam ensina-la tanto sobre este mundo e outros lugares distantes, sobre animais e plantas, sobre estrelas! Podiam ser janelas e portas, asas de papel par ajuda-la a voar para bem longe.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Os livros poderiam ensina-la tanto sobre este mundo e outros lugares distantes, sobre animais e plantas, sobre estrelas! Podiam ser janelas e portas, asas de papel para ajuda-la a voar para bem longe.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Cielo, l'amore era un tormento. Chiunque avesse affermato il contrario non doveva aver mai provato quel maledetto fremito nel petto.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Come se ogni volta, fra le pagine, rimanesse attaccato qualcosa: sensazioni, pensieri, rumori, odori... E quando a distanza di anni li riapri, ritrovi te stesso, un po' piu giovane, un po' diverso, quasi il libro ti avesse conservato come un fiore fatto seccare tra le pagine... un po' estraneo e un po' familiare.>>
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