#inkheart

I hope you drop dead! I hope you burn to death! I hope you suffocate in your own smoke! ↗

— Cornellia Funke

#death

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

#cruelty #inkheart #reading #dreams

In books I mee the dead as if they were alive, in books I see what is yet to come... All things decay and pass with time... all fame would fall victim to oblivion if God had not given mortal men the book to aid them. ↗

— Richard de Bury

#men

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

#dreaming #dreams #fairy-tales #inkheart #inspirational

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#world