Belive you me, this maze is a labrinth!
Cornelia FunkeMots clés flingo
Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.
Cornelia FunkeMots clés reckless dark-fairy
Reality is a fragile thing.
Cornelia FunkeMots clés dustfinger inkspell
Nobody loves only once.
Cornelia FunkeMots clés dark-fairy
We're all liars when it serves our purpose.
Cornelia FunkeShe pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
Cornelia FunkeMots clés reckless dark-fairy
What a plague love is!
Cornelia FunkeMots clés dustfinger inkspell
Where did the love come from? What was it made of?
Cornelia FunkeMots clés reckless dark-fairy
The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.
Cornelia FunkeMots clés inkheart dustfinger
It's the same in real life: Notorious murderers get off scot-free and live happily all their lives, while good people die - sometimes the very best people. That's the way of the world.
Cornelia FunkeMots clés dustfinger
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