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Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3) QUOTES

Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3) QUOTES

1 " 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

2 " Elinor had read countless stories in which the main characters fell sick at some point because they were so unhappy. She had always thought that a very romantic idea, but she’d dismissed it as a pure invention of the world of books. All those wilting heroes and heroines who suddenly gave up the ghost just because of unrequited love or longing for something they’d lost! Elinor had always enjoyed their sufferings—as a reader will. After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you’d never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real conjured up with the right words, and you could leave them behind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to yourself. "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

3 " 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

4 " Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness. "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

5 " He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

6 " 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

7 " .......only the powerful were hated, and that was what he was meant to be in this world.
Powerful. "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

8 " Secrets... nothing eats away at love faster. "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

9 " A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them. "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

10 " Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating. "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

11 " 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

12 " Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose? "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

13 " 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

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

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

15 " Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness? "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

16 " perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read. "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

17 " And he will have a great aunt called Elinor who tells him there's a world not like this one. A world with neither fairies nor glass men, but with animals who carry their young in a pouch in front of their bellies, and birds with wings that beat so fast it sounds like the humming of a bumblebee, with carriages that drive along without any horses and pictures that move on their own accord... She will tell him that even the most powerful men don't carry swords in the other world, but there are much, much more terrible weapons there...She will even claim that the people there have built coaches that can fly...So the boy will think that perhaps he'll have to go alone one day, if he wants to see that world...Because it must be exciting in that other world, much more exciting than in his own... "

― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

18 " 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

19 " 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)

20 " 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 , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)