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Oh, putrid puffballs! Stop winding us all up like this or I'll tie a knot in your tail!
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Cornelia Funke |
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How ridiculous that water ran out of your eyes when your heart hurt. Tragic heroines in books tended to be amazingly beautiful. Not a word about swollen eyes or a red nose. "Crying always gives me a red nose," thought Elinor. "I expect that's why I'll never be in any book."
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pain
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greif
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Cornelia Funke |
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I hope you drop dead!" She screamed as Basta hauled her out of the room. "I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke!" Basta laughed as he closed the door. "Just listen to this little wildcat!" He said. "I think I'll have to watch my step with you around!"
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Cornelia Funke |
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That was the use of knives for women: to cut food for the men who killed with their knives... who killed those women's husbands, their sons, and their daughters.
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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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Vielleicht hat sich doch alles geandert. Vielleicht gibt es hinter der gedruckten Geschichte eine andere, viel grossere Geschichte, die sich ebenso wandelt, wie unsere Welt es tut? Und die Buchstaben verraten uns daruber gerade so viel wie ein Blick durch ein Schlusselloch. Vielleicht sind sie nicht mehr als der Deckel zu einem Topf, der viel mehr enthalt als wir lesen konnen.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Yes,' she whispered. 'He was more worried about the book than me.
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Cornelia Funke |
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I woke up and knew he was gone. Straightaway I knew he was gone. When you love somebody you know these things. David Almond, Skellig
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Cornelia Funke |
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First he sees her only in his dreams. Skin as white as moonlight. Eyes like water drowning you. Hair like spider webs. Fairy.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless supply of those.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Meggie looked up at the dense thicket of branches. She had never set eyes on a tree like it before. The bark was reddish brown, but as rough as the bark of an oak, and the trunk did not branch until high up in the tree, although it had so many bulges that you could find footholds and handholds everywhere. In some places huge tree fungi formed platforms. Hollows gaped in the towering trunk, and crevices full of feathers showed that human bei..
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Cornelia Funke |
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Death has white hounds.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Sometimes we think we know people at first sight," he said. "As though we'd met them a hundred times before, in another life, in another world. And then we realize that we know nothing. How did they look as children? What dreams startle them from their sleep?"
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Cornelia Funke |
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It was like a promise that wishes could come true, that desire might lead to more than yearning.
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Cornelia Funke |
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No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Mortimer!" Orpheus produced a derisive smile, although with some difficulty. "Is your head buried so deep in your wine jug that you don't know what's going on in this world of yours? He's not doing any reading now. The bookbinder prefers to play the outlaw these days - the role you created especially for him."
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Cornelia Funke |
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No te preocupes por no poder hablar -solia decirle Dedo Polvoriento-. La gente no suele prestar atencion.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Ketakutan membunuh segalanya. Akal, hati dan juga fantasi
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Cornelia Funke |
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The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There were books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fell over them. "He's ..
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Cornelia Funke |
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Nichts war grausamer als ein Herz aus Fleisch und Blut, weil es wusste, was Schmerzen bereitet.
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Cornelia Funke |
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That was what made fighting so easy - you could always choose death rather than captivity.
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Cornelia Funke |
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One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring-clean.... It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came out from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas that he'd mislaid and forgotten.... There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish? Ted Hughes, "Leftovers," from The Dreamfighter" --
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Cornelia Funke |
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But his heart, strangely enough, told him something else.
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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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To never let the other forget who they are--love is also about that.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Maybe love bore fruit even more poisonous than fear.
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Cornelia Funke |
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No, it wasn't quite true that John had no conscience at all. Everyone had one. But there were many voices in his head that had an easier time reaching him: his ambition, his desire for fame and success--and for revenge.
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Cornelia Funke |
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It hadn't been easy to reach the city where Jacob had grown up. The borders in his world were more tightly guarded than the island of the Fairies.
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Cornelia Funke |
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For far too long she'd made herself small, made herself fit into their world.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Fox squeezed past him, feeling his warmth like a home.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Geschichten haben nie ein Ende, Meggie<<, hatte er mal zu ihr gesagt, >>auch wenn uns die Bucher das gern vorgaukeln. Die Geschichten gehen immer weiter, sie enden ebenso wenig mit der letzten Seite, wie sie mit der ersten beginnen.<<
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Cornelia Funke |
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And this time he would have said it, right? I love you. So much. Too much. But that was forbidden. For all time. The Elf would take his heart in payment.
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Cornelia Funke |
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A child in the woods. A child with an army.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Look. (Grown-ups skip this paragraph.) I'm not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending, I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But there's a lot of bad stuff coming. William Goldman, The Princess Bride
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Cornelia Funke |
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Fox could've kissed him on the mouth just to taste the smile on his lips. Forbidden. She'd almost forgotten.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Oh, if you're a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you're a bird, be an early bird But if you're a worm, sleep late.
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Cornelia Funke |
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There is a sort of busy worm, That will the fairest book deform. Their tasteless tooth will tear and taint The poet, patriot, sage or saint, Nor sparing wit nor learning. Now, if you'd know the reason why, The best of reasons I'll supply: 'Tis bread to the poor vermin. J. Doraston, quoted by W. Blades
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bookworm
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Cornelia Funke |
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Liebe ist eben genauso ungerecht verteilt auf dieser Welt wie Regen. Die einen kriegen entschieden zu viel davon ab und die anderen zu wenig." - Frieda"
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love
kinderbuch
die-wilden-hühner
die-wilden-hühner-und-die-liebe
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Cornelia Funke |
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Every soldier had to battle his weaker self. His weaker self had brought Donnersmarck to his knees, trembling. He had screamed it away, he had outrun it, he had drowned it in the blood of others. And he had always defeated it.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Oh yes, he was an idiot. He'd always been frightened by how much he needed her. And now it was too late.
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Cornelia Funke |
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Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
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Cornelia Funke |
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She had thought the chewing and digesting were meant literally and wondered, horrified, why Mo had hung on his workshop door the words of someone who vandalized books.
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Cornelia Funke |
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The Fairy looked at the broken glass around her feet. Her shattered cage. And the one who'd put her in it was far, far away. But, no, she had caged herself.
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Cornelia Funke |