Die schönsten Zitate von Erin Morgenstern

Die schönsten Freuden sind immer die, mit denen man nicht rechnet.

The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.

The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.

Die Leute sehen was sie wollen. Und in den meisten Fällen sehen sie dass was man ihnen sagt.

People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.

But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.

Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon... is not the dragon the hero of his own story?

I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.

To be rather than to seem.

I think looking forward will be better than looking back.

The truest tales require time and familiarity to become what they are.

Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.

People don't pay much attention to anything unless you give them reason to.

Sie schuf nicht eine, sondern viele Geschichten. Geschichten innerhalb von Geschichten. Rätsel und falsche Wendungen und unwahre Enden, in Stein und Wachs und in Rauch.

Not all stories speak to all listeners, but all listeners can find a story that does, somewhere, sometime. In one form or another.

Everyone wants the stars. Everyone wishes to grasp that which exists out of reach. To hold the extraordinary in their hands and keep the remarkable in their pockets.

Strange, isn't it? To love a book. When the words on the pages become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are. It's nice to finally have someone read stories I know so intimately.

Sei tapfer. Sei kühn. Sei laut. Ändere dich niemals für irgendjemand anderen als für dich selbst.

Be brave. Be bold. Be loud. Never change for anyone but yourself.

For those who feel homesick for a place they’ve never been to. Those who seek even if they do not know what (or where) it is that they are seeking. Those who seek will find.

It is easier to be in love in a room with closed doors. To have the whole world in one room. One person. The universe condensed and intensified and burning, bright and alive and electric.

It doesn't look like anything special, like it contains an entire world, though the same could be said of any book.

But the world is strange and endings are not truly endings no matter how the stars might wish it so.

There is no fixing. There is only moving forward in the brokenness.

Reading a book four times in one day is perfectly normal behavior.

Wir sind alle Sternenstaub und Geschichten.

We are all stardust and stories.

This is not where our story ends, he writes. This is only where it changes.

"How are you feeling?" Zachary asks. "Like I’m losing my mind but in a slow, achingly beautiful sort of way."

A boy at the beginning of a story has no way of knowing that the story has begun.

Am untersten Treppenabsatz steht auf einem Sims eine Lampe, so eine mit Griff, in der einmal ein Geist gewohnt haben könnte, die aber im Augenblick nur brennendes Öl enthält.

It is a sanctuary for storytellers and storykeepers and storylovers. They eat and sleep and dream surrounded by chronicles and histories and myths.