Cornelia Funke Quotes

Fire and water may as well agree in the same vessel, as grace and sin in the same heart.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

If I am more alive because love burns and chars me, as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation, it's that he who lays me low is my salvation, and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.

The reason I know what we are to each other is because we fight freely and almost constantly, about even the smallest thing. In fact, once we didn't speak for an entire week because he didn't like the way I loaded his dishwasher...I can't decide if we're exact opposites, or somehow exactly the same except for minor cosmetic differences. I do know that all of his friends hate me and all of my friends hate him. We drive each other crazy in ways that nobody else can even touch. We never bore each other. And we both realize what a rare thing this is.

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

There are moments when our passions speak and decide for us ... like a fire kindled within our being to which everything else in us is mere fuel.

I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire.

I guess we're oil and water. (Phoebe) I'd say we're more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)

Love is like fire, a dangerous thing to play with, although the best of friends and the most loyal of servants when rightly handled.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

At the beginning of a love affair, not even the neurotic is neurotic.

How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.

L'absence diminue les mediocres passions, et augmente les grandes,comme le vent eteint les bougies, et allume le feu. Absence diminishes commonplace passions, and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.

The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love's fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive.

I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

Love's a loaded gun and it shoots to kill.

Relationships that begin in passion's raging fire often end in the coldest ashes.