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Isn't there at lest a bloody light switch somewhere in this hole? Oh, to hell with it, I feel as if I've fallen into some far-fetched adventure story where the villians wear black eye patches and throw knives. Damn, damn, damn!" Meggie had already noticed that Elinor swore a lot, and the more upset she was the worse her language became."
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They slept with each other for the first time while waiting out a storm in an abandoned shepherd hut. The hours the storm granted them, surrounded by raw wool and rusty shears, felt like a month, a year, all the years they'd been waiting for this, full of fear of their kisses, of their too-familiar skins. So far from all their memories, it felt as if they were meeting each other for the first time all over again. The horse scraping around i..
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Why were love and death such close neighbors?
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If she'd known him better, she might've tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human--life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder your path got, and you'd still have to travel it.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Love scared him. It was soft. And vulnerable.
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Cornelia Funke |
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You can't expect the wolf to turn vegetarian because of one Pup.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Love makes cowards of us all.
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Cornelia Funke |
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No one saw firedrake as he made his escape along the canal.
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Cornelia Funke |
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You humans love mirrors. You have to constantly make sure you still have the same face. Nothing scares you more than if someone changes it.
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Cornelia Funke |
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The darkness of the world made no distinctions; it entered its palaces as it did its huts.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Words are immortal -until someone comes along and burns them.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Love is always a prison.
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I think I'll buy you from your father so you can say nice things like that to me three times a day. How much for her, Mo?
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Cornelia Funke |
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But i know a lot about the kind of men you mean. They're the same everywhere.
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Cornelia Funke |
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You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside of them," said Meggie..."
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writing
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Belive you me, this maze is a labrinth!
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It will be dark in a few hours," she said at last, anxiously. "Suppose you don't finnish it in time?" "I have finnished!" he snapped, irritated. "I've finnished a dozen times already, but I'm not happy with it." He lowered his voice to a wisper brfore he went on. "There are so many questions. Suppose the Shadow turns on you or me or the prisners once he's killed Capricorn? And is killing Capricorn really the only solution? What's going to ..
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It was hard to let go of love. Once woven, its ribbon was hard to tear, and this one she'd woven quite firmly herself.
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Together. Even in death. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. A double statue of silver. Romantic. What would their faces show? Fear? Or love?
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Cornelia Funke |
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How loud small noises sound in a silence.
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Cornelia Funke |
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What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal?
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Cornelia Funke |
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There it was, that familiar fear, love's terrible price.
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Orpheus. Had the name he had taken ever suited him better? But he would be wilier than the singer whose name he had stolen. He would indeed. He would send another man into the realm of Death in the Fire-Dancer's place-and he'd make sure that he didn't come back.
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Nulla e eterno, Balbulus. E che cosa c'e di meglio, per le parole, che essere cantate in giro? Si, certo, ogni volta mutano, hanno una melodia diversa. Ma non e questo il bello?
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parole
scrittura
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Sometimes Fox thought all the men she knew had the dreams and wishes of nine-year-old boys--at least all the men she liked.
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Cornelia Funke |
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If you're going to start tonight there's no time to waste. Certainly not enough time to finish your quarrel with this dim-witted mushroom-muncher.
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Cornelia Funke |
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He looked so glorious. Just like the knights I had dreamed about when I was six years old, whacking at brambles iin our garden, imagining I was fighting dragons and giants with a sword that made me invincible and wearing armor that protected me from all the things that frightened me - older kids, dogs, a storm in the knight, or my little sister's questions about when our father would be coming back.
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True love, selfless and deep as the oceans in their most fathomless depths." Orlando let the glove run along the thread, which glistened like a ray of sunlight. "But I fear this one is not meant for me. This kind of thread is not spun in mere days." He let his hand drop, and the gold disappeared as though it really had been nothing but a ray of sunlight. "The Golden Yarn... or the inseverable bond, as it is also called. As inseverable as th..
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love
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Was she happy? Yes. And no. Because now the words were back, and with them the name that had spun gold around her heart for so long she hardly remembered how things had felt before him.
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love
jacob-reckless
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Well what does it matter,' he muttered when he was out in the corridor. 'Who wants to know the end of a story in advance?
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Cornelia Funke |
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Yes, Mo would come. Meggie could think of nothing else as Fenoglio led her away with him, his arm around her as if he could really protect her from Capricorn and Basta and all the others. But he couldn't. Would Mo be able to protect her? Of course not. He mustn't come, she thought. Please. Perhaps he won't be able to find his way in again! He mustn't come. Yet there was nothing she wanted more, nothing in the whole wide world.
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Meggie thought this first whisper sounded a little different from one book to another, depending on weather or not she already knew the story it was going to tell her.
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reading
reading-books
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It had always been a myth that it was those who loved you who could see through you. It was those you feared who could see through you most clearly.
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Her heart pounded as he kissed her. Or was it his heart? She hadn't been able to tell the difference ever since he'd freed her from that trap.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Sometimes, through the window of a car coming the other way, she caught a glimpse if a stranger's face, then it was gone, like a book you open then close at once.
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What a coward she was after all! She tried to think of some hero out of one of her books, someone whose skin she could slip into, to make her feel stronger, bigger, braver. Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and
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She was gone. And his heart was beating too loud and too fast. Into nothingness.
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Look at your daughter,' she whispered. 'As brave as...as.." She wanted to compare Meggie to a hero in some story but all the heroes she could think of were men, and anyway none of them seemed to her brave enough for comparison to the girl standing there, perfectly straight, scrutinizing Capricorn's Black Jackets, with her chin jutting out defiantly."
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reading
meggie
inkheart
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Bo : Prop's very brave and I'm
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Cornelia Funke The Thief Lord |
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Yesterday. Was there a more merciless word?
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Cornelia Funke |
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And that everyone has to find their own path, even brothers.
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Cornelia Funke |
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How clear one's own desires become once they are made impossible.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Everyone living around this lake thinks I'm crazy, and if we go back to the police with this story, then the news that Elinor Loredan has finally flipped will be all over the place. Which just goes to show that a passion for books is extremely unhealthy.
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Bad news? Oh, festering fungus! What sort of bad news?
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