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 FunkeStichwörter: men women death inkdeath
From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in a sea of stars. The wind passing over his unscarred face was cold from the snow of the surrounding mountains, and Dustfinger relished life as if he were tasting it for the first time. The longing it brought, and the desire. All the bitterness, all the sweetness, even if it was only for a while, never for more than a while, everything gained and lost, lost and found again.
Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: dustfinger inkdeath
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 FunkeStichwörter: inkdeath mortimer orpheus piper
Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.
Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: inkdeath cornelia-funke
Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder...
Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: death fantasy inkdeath
Farid...She missed him so much that she felt ashamed of it.
Meggie Inkspell by Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: inkheart inkdeath farid meggie inkspell
She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past... Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But perhaps the dead didn't mind what their names had once been?
Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: dead names inkdeath cornelia-funke grave-stones inkworld
Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.
Cornelia FunkeStichwörter: words inkheart cornelia inkdeath inkspell funke
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