Cornelia Funke Quotes

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair.

In rising sighs and falling tears.

Here my tears are falling, Nastenka. Let them flow, let them flow - they don't hurt anybody. They will dry Nastenka.

Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]

There is a certain pleasure in weeping.

A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

They who are sad find somehow sweetness in tears.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

Nothing dries sooner than tears.

I can cry all day long - that's easy for me.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

I cry all the time. Music makes me cry.

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

Every time I get a lot of money, I cry, and I got a lot of tears left.

It's true that if you cry hard enough for long enough, you can end up with blurred vision.

I cry intermittently, like a summer rain. I don't feel racked by the crying; in fact, it hydrates me. Then rage wells up in me, and I want to take a crowbar to all the cars in the neighborhood.

For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She could carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry.

Love, like a tear, rises in the eye and falls upon the breast.

Nothing dries sooner than a tear.

Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.

There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.

When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?