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She shed no tears. She just sat there, as if someone had cut out her heart.
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Breath the words and they will come to life; as of words of magic
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Cornelia Funke |
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That bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch!
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curses
comedy
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Cornelia Funke |
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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.
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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.
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What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn't be love. Love was warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this was dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it was hungry. So hungry. It must have some other name, just as there couldn't be the same word for life and death, or for moon and sun
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jealousy
love
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claimed to be the man who wrote a certain book - what was its name again?" "Inkheart." Fenoglio rubbed his aching back. "Its title is Inkheart because it's about a man whose wicked heart is as black as ink, filled with darkness and evil. I still like the title."
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Cornelia Funke |
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It's bad enough sitting in a car, never mind driving it.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Girl. Woman. So much more vulnerable. Strong and yet weak. A heart that knew no armor.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Bucher liebten jeden, der sie aufschlug, schenkten Geborgenheit und Freundschaft und verlangten nichts dafur, gingen nie fort, niemals, selbst dann nicht, wenn man sie schlecht behandelte.
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geborgenheit
freundschaft
liebe
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Cornelia Funke |
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I'm sorry, Silvertongue, but the fact is I don't believe anyone. You ought to know that by now. We're all liars when it serves our purpose.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Once upon a time...There's a reason all fairy tales begin like this. But the 'and they lived happily ever after' at the end? That has to be earned.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Her skin smelled of autumn and the wind. Don't Jacob... But it was too late. Clara didn't flinch as he pulled her close. He grabbed her hair, kissed her mouth, and he felt her heart beating as fast as his own. ...Let her go, Jacob. But he kissed her again, and it was his name she whispered, not Will's.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Every book should begin with attractive endpapers,' he had once told Meggie. 'Preferably in a dark color: dark red or dark blue depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theater. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Erwachsene erinnern sich nicht daran wie es war, ein Kind zu sein, auch wenn sie es behaupten. Sie wissen es nicht mehr. Glaub mir. Sie haben alles vergessen. Wie viel grosser ihnen die Welt damals erschien. Das es muhsam sein konnte, auf einen Stuhl zu klettern. Wie fuhlte es sich an, immer hoch zu blicken?
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There is no need," Capricorn finally began, raising his voice, "for me to explain to most of you why the three prisoners you see there are to be punished. For the rest, it is enough for me to say it is for treachery, loose talk, and stupidity. One may argue, of course, over whether or not stupidity is a crime deserving of death. I think it is, for it can have exactly the same consequences as treachery."
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Cornelia Funke |
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Si te llevas un libro a un viaje -le habia dicho Mo cuando introdujo el primero en la caja- sucede algo muy extrano: el libro empezara a atesorar tus recuerdos. Mas tarde, bastara con abrirlo para trasladarte al lugar donde lo leiste por vez primera. Y con las primeras palabras recordaras todo: las imagenes, los olores, el helado que te comiste mientras leias... Creeme, los libros son como esas tiras de papel matamoscas. A nada se pegan tan..
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Cornelia Funke |
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Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page any more than they begin on the first page
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reading
life
stories
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Yes, every evening. Your mother enjoyed it. That evening she chose Inkheart. She always did like tales of adventure - stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King Arthur's knights, and she knew everything about Beowulf and Grendel, the ancient gods and the not-quite-so-ancient heroes. She liked pirate stories, too, but most of all she loved books that had at least a knight or a dragon or a fairy in them...
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Cornelia Funke |
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It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody loves you.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Power. Like wine when you have it. Like poison when you lose it.
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Cornelia Funke |
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She'd been so certain she knew every crevice of his heart, but Jacob was like a country she'd only traveled through halfway.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Wenn du ein Buch auf eine Reise mitnimmst", hatte Mo gesagt, als er ihr das erste in die Kiste gelegt hatte, ,,dann geschieht etwas Seltsames: Das Buch wird anfangen, deine Erinnerungen zu sammeln. Du wirst es spater nur aufschlagen mussen und schon wirst du wieder dort sein, wo du zuerst darin gelesen hast. Schon mit den ersten Wortern wird alles zuruckkommen: die Bilder, die Geruche, das Eis, das du beim Lesen gegessen hast... Glaub mir, ..
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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
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Cornelia Funke |
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Odd that your heart didn't simply stop when it hurt so much.
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Cornelia Funke |
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What's so unusual about that, princess?" he asked quietly. "Do you know how your story ends?"
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Cornelia Funke |
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Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.
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rain
description
night
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if you can change the fate of a character you read out of a book by adding new words to his story, then maybe you can change everything about it: who goes out, who comes in, how it ends, who's happy, and who's unhappy afterwards.
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The poem you brought yesterday,' said Balbulus in a bored voice as he bent over his work again, 'it was good. You ought to write such things more often, but I know you prefer writing stories for children or songs for the Motley Folk. And why? Just for the wind to sing your words? The spoken word is nothing, it hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal!' 'Eternal?' Fenoglio made the word sound as if there could be ..
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Cornelia Funke |
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Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster.
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secrets
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Cornelia Funke |
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Why did such truths only reveal themselves after they'd become lies?
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Cornelia Funke |
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Love didn't deserve the nice reputation it had.
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Cornelia Funke |
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What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love.
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revenge
love
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It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.
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simile
morning
sky
sun
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here her writing became so small Meggie could hardly make it out) The last sentence worried Meggie, but when she looked anxiously at her mother, Teresa smiled and reached for her hand. , she wrote on the palm of it, and Meggie closed her fingers over the words as if to hold them fast. She read them again and again on the long drive back to Elinor's house, and it was many days before they faded.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.
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Cornelia Funke |
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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." --
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Cornelia Funke |
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Unlike me, he realized that Dustfinger would do anything in return for such a promise. All he wants is to go back to his own world. He doesn't even stop to ask if his story there has a happy ending!" "Well, that's no different from real life," remarked Elinor gloomily. "You never know if things will turn out well. Just now our own story looks like it's coming to a bad end."
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story
life
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Cornelia Funke |
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A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within. Arab proverb
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Cornelia Funke |
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Courage was not a given; it was acquired, earned.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Life is so simple when you're young, though of course that's not what it feels like to the young.
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Cornelia Funke |
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He bent over Farid and wiped some soot from his cold forehead. "Roxanne knows it," he said. "She'll tell it to you. Just go to her and... and tell her I've had to go away. Tell her I'm going to find out if the story is true." He spoke with a strange kind of hesitation, as if it were infinitely difficult to find the right words. "And remind her of my promise-- that I'll always find a way back to her, wherever I am. Will you tell her that?"
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pain
love
dustfinger
farid
meggie
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Cornelia Funke |
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The Magpie took off her glove and looked scornfully at him. "Basta likes to use snakes to scare woman that reject his advances. It didn't work with Resa. How did it go exactly - didn't she finally put the snake outside your door, Basta?"
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Cornelia Funke |
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when the shadows of your life haunt you, and you bitterly miss the ones you once loved, then only sleep can grant oblivion
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Cornelia Funke |