Michael Ende Quotes

As They Advanced (towards The Fountain) One After Another Of Bastian's Fastastican Gifts Fell Away From Him. The Strong, Handsome, Fearless Hero Became The Small, Fat, Timid Boy. (...) But Then He Jumped Into The Crystal-clear Water... He Drank Till His Thrist Was Quenched. And Joy Filled Him From Head To Foot, The Joy Of Living And The Joy Of Being Himself. He Was New Born. And The Best Part Of It Was That He Was Now The Very Person He Wanted To Be. If He Had Been Free To Choose, He Would Have Chosen To Be No One Else.

Nothing Can Happen More Than Once, But Everything Must Happen One Day; Over Hill And Dale, Wood And Stream, My Dying Voice Will Blow Away. . .

Human Passions Have Mysterious Ways, In Children As Well As Grown-ups. Those Affected By Them Can't Explain Them, And Those Who Haven't Known Them Have No Understanding Of Them At All.

I Wonder, What's In A Book While It's Closed. Oh, I Know It's Full Of Letters Printed On Paper, But All The Same, Something Must Be Happening, Because As Soon As I Open It, There's A Whole Story With People I Don't Know Yet And All Kinds Of Adventures, Deeds And Battles. And Sometimes There Are Storms At Sea, Or It Takes You To Strange Cities And Countries. All Those Things Are Somehow Shut In A Book. Of Course You Have To Read It To Find Out. But It's Already There, That's The Funny Thing. I Just Wish I Knew How It Could Be.

Maybe All The People Who Say Ghosts Don't Exist Are Just Afraid To Admit That They Do.

The Nothing Is Spreading," Groaned The First. "it's Growing And Growing, There's More Of It Every Day, If It's Possible To Speak Of More Nothing. All The Others Fled From Howling Forest In Time, But We Didn't Want To Leave Our Home. The Nothing Caught Us In Our Sleep And This Is What It Did To Us." "is It Very Painful?" Atreyu Asked. "no," Said The Second Bark Troll, The One With The Hole In His Chest. "you Don't Feel A Thing. There's Just Something Missing. And Once It Gets Hold Of You, Something More Is Missing Every Day. Soon There Won't Be Anything Left Of Us.

He Wanted To Be Loved For Being Just What He Was. In This Community Of Yskalnari There Was Harmony, But No Love. He No Longer Wanted To Be The Greatest, Strongest Or Cleverest. He Had Left All That Far Behind. He Longed To Be Loved Just As He Was, Good Or Bad, Handsome Or Ugly, Clever Or Stupid, With All His Faults - Or Possibly Because Of Them. But What Was He Actually? He No Longer Knew. So Much Have Been Given To Him In Fantastica, And Now, Among All These Gifts And Powers, He Could No Longer Find Himself.

For A While Bastian Stood Motionless. He Was So Stunned By What He Had Just Heard That He Couldn't Decide What To Do... What He Had Hoped Was His Ruin And What He Had Feared His Salvation.

You See, Momo... It's Like This. Sometimes, When You've A Very Long Street Ahead Of You, You Think How Terribly Long It Is And Feel Sure You'll Never Get It Swept... And Then You Hurry. You Work Faster And Faster, And Every Time You Look Up There Seems To Be Just As Much To Sweep As Before, And You Try Even Harder…, And You Panic, And In The End You're Out Of Breath And Have To Stop-and Still The Street Stretches Away In From Of You.

But That Is Another Story And Shall Be Told Another Time.

No Architect Troubled To Design Houses That Suited People Who Were To Live In Them, Because That Would Have Meant Building A Whole Range Of Different Houses. It Was Far Cheaper And, Above All, Timesaving To Make Them Identical.

There Are Many Kinds Of Delusion.