110+ Cornelia Funke Quotes On Education, Revenge And Order

Cornelia Funke is a German author of fantasy and children's literature. She is best known for her Inkheart trilogy, as well as other works such as The Thief Lord and Dragon Rider. Her books have been translated into over 40 languages and have sold over 20 million copies worldwide. Following is our collection on famous quotes by Cornelia Funke on education, love, revenge.

Top 10 Cornelia Funke Quotes

1. There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.
2. The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.
3. A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.
4. You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings.
5. Some books should be tasted, some devoured, but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.
6. I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.
7. 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?
8. If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.
9. She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.
10. Why would we ever want to go back when your world is so accommodating with your telephones and your guns and what's that sticky stuff called ...duct tape.

Cornelia Funke Image Quotes

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke Short Quotes

• Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?
• But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.
• I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.
• The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.
• My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
• And I plan to write a sequel to Dragon Rider.
• My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.
• Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.
• We're all liars when it serves our purpose.
• A thousand enemies outside the house are better than one within. Arab proverb

Cornelia Funke Quotes About Love

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. — Cornelia Funke

I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young. — Cornelia Funke

He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul. — Cornelia Funke

What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape. — Cornelia Funke

Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love. — Cornelia Funke

I love to read aloud. — Cornelia Funke

I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children. — Cornelia Funke

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose? — Cornelia Funke

What a plague love is! — Cornelia Funke

Where did the love come from? What was it made of? — Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke Quotes About Magic

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too. — Cornelia Funke

Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful. — Cornelia Funke

Second, there are so many magical places in books that you can't go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go. — Cornelia Funke

Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth...all those glorious words. — Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke Quotes About Books

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages. — Cornelia Funke

It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place — 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. — Cornelia Funke

I always thought it hadn't influenced me very much, but I heard from many people from England that many motives from German fairytales are to be found in my books. — Cornelia Funke

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? — Cornelia Funke

All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers. — Cornelia Funke

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them. — Cornelia Funke

Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other! — Cornelia Funke

I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up. — Cornelia Funke

Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people. — Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke Quotes About Read

I don't like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things. — Cornelia Funke

And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it. — Cornelia Funke

She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy. — Cornelia Funke

Oh, I think every author is inspired by all of the books that she reads. — Cornelia Funke

So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and playing hero wasn't half as much fun as I'd expected. — Cornelia Funke

I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six.' --spoken by The Bluejay, aka Mo the Bookbinder, from 'Inkdeath — Cornelia Funke

Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word. — Cornelia Funke

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read. — Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke Quotes About Book

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. — Cornelia Funke

I will try to write books until I drop dead. — Cornelia Funke

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. — Cornelia Funke

Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do. — Cornelia Funke

I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there. — Cornelia Funke

And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts. — Cornelia Funke

What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks?" asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house. You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them," said Meggie. — Cornelia Funke

We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn't seem to be much fun at all. — Cornelia Funke

Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theatre. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins. — Cornelia Funke

Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck? — Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke Quotes About Children

My children were all made from paper and printer's ink. — Cornelia Funke

Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets? — Cornelia Funke

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all. — Cornelia Funke

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar. — Cornelia Funke

Are you really going to catch us and take us back to Esther? We don’t belong to her, you know.” Embarrassed, Victor stared at his shoes. “Well, children all have to belong to somebody,” he muttered. “Do you belong to someone?” “That’s different.” “Because you’re a grown-up? — Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke Famous Quotes And Sayings

The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly. — Cornelia Funke

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. — Cornelia Funke

The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's foolishness, it sang mocking songs about love, derided it as a whim of nature, transient as flowers. So why did she still keep following her heart? — Cornelia Funke

Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid. — Cornelia Funke

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind? — Cornelia Funke

I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside. — Cornelia Funke

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. — Cornelia Funke

Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice. — Cornelia Funke

What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world? — Cornelia Funke

Sometimes Dustfinger thought Basta's constant fear of curses and sudden disaster probably arose from his terror of the darkness within himself, which made him assume that the rest of the world must be exactly the same. — Cornelia Funke

Go back and rid the word of that book. Fill it with words before spring comes, or winter will never end for you. And I will take not only your life for the Adderhead's but your daughter's, too, because she helped you bind the book. Do you undersand, Bluejay" Why two?" asked Mo hoarsely. "How can you ask for two lives in return for one? — Cornelia Funke

My wife loves written words ... you know, words that stick to parchment and paper like dead flies, and it seems my father felt the same - but I want to hear words! Remember that when you are looking for the right words: You must ask yourself what they SOUND like! Glowing with passion, dark with sorrow, sweet with love, that's what I want. - Cosimo — Cornelia Funke

Perhaps there's another, much larger story behind the printed one, a story that changes just as our own world does. And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world. — Cornelia Funke

Desperate? So what? I'm desperate, too!" Fenoglio snapped at her. "My story is foundering in misfortune, and these hands here," he said holding them out to her, "don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words Meggie! 'Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm it's creator! — Cornelia Funke

I wish I had more time to visit schools. — Cornelia Funke

I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor — Cornelia Funke

Believe, believe, believe — Cornelia Funke

Beauty and fear make uneasy companions — Cornelia Funke

Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday. — Cornelia Funke

Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating. — Cornelia Funke

Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder. — Cornelia Funke

Everyone is small at night. — Cornelia Funke

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar? — Cornelia Funke

Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away — Cornelia Funke

I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer. — Cornelia Funke

What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story? — Cornelia Funke

She had found him and was bringing back his thanks. Nor did she forget to mention that he had assured her that she was indeed the most beautiful fairy he had ever set eyes on. — Cornelia Funke

There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife. — Cornelia Funke

Because by now Elinor had understood this, too: A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The books told you about that feeling. The books spoke of love, and it was wonderful to listen to them, but they were no substitute for love itself. They couldn't kiss her like Meggie, they couldn't hug her like Resa, they couldn't laugh like Mortimer. Poor books, poor Elinor. — Cornelia Funke

I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog. — Cornelia Funke

Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier? — Cornelia Funke

Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world. — Cornelia Funke

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls. — Cornelia Funke

Yes, I always imagined living in other places. — Cornelia Funke

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt? — Cornelia Funke

You really don't understand the first thing about writing...for one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. the brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas. — Cornelia Funke

So what? All writers are lunatics! — Cornelia Funke

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. — Cornelia Funke

Words are immortal - Elinor — Cornelia Funke

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. — Cornelia Funke

The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox. — Cornelia Funke

Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else. — Cornelia Funke

What are stories for if we don't learn from them? — Cornelia Funke

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in. — Cornelia Funke

Reality is a fragile thing. — Cornelia Funke

believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker, Abarat — Cornelia Funke

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life. — Cornelia Funke

-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me! — Cornelia Funke

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious. — Cornelia Funke

My son always says I like very weird music. — Cornelia Funke

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. — Cornelia Funke

Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never! — Cornelia Funke

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish. — Cornelia Funke

He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. "You will come, won't you? Promisse!" he whispered. — Cornelia Funke

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. She was always on the dragon's side by the way. — Cornelia Funke

Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right? — Cornelia Funke

It was much easier for him now that he was smaller to negotiate his way through his crammed shop but he still tried to swagger past the shelves like he used to in the past. The attempt looked so strange that Scipio started to mimic him behind his back. "What's the silly giggling about?" Barbarossa asked when Prosper and Renzo bust out laughing. — Cornelia Funke

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them. — Cornelia Funke

Life Lessons by Cornelia Funke

1. Cornelia Funke's work emphasizes the importance of imagination and creativity, showing that even the most difficult tasks can be accomplished with a little bit of courage and determination.
2. Funke's stories also demonstrate the power of friendship, loyalty, and kindness, reminding us that these qualities can help us through even the most difficult of times.
3. Finally, Funke's work encourages us to think outside the box and to explore the unknown, inspiring us to take risks and to never give up on our dreams.