Cornelia Funke Quotes

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

Love: a grave mental disease.

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

Love, known to the person by whom it is inspired, becomes more bearable.

His eyes flashed open. “Is it so unbearable to have me love you? Is that it?

I had fallen in love. What I mean is: I had begun to recognize, to isolate the signs of one of those from the others, in fact I waited for these signs I had begun to recognize, I sought them, responded to those signs I awaited with other signs I made myself, or rather it was I who aroused them, these signs from her, which I answered with other signs of my own . . .

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.

You know what they're writing about Baby you know what they're writing about It's a thing called love down through the ages Makes you wanna cry sometimes Makes you feel like you wanna lay down and die sometimes Makes you high sometimes But when you really get in it lifts you right up.

We fall in love more deeply when we're unhappy.

She went away, she cut me like a knife Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life In just a glance, down here on magic street Loves a fool's dance And I ain't got much sense, but I still got my feet.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

It isn't possible to love and to part.

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

I think I loved you more that summer than I ever loved anyone.

Love is friendship that has caught fire . . .