Frases de Michael Ende

Michael Andreas Helmuth Ende foi um escritor alemão de romances sobre fantasia e livros infantis e parte de um movimento antroposófico .

Filho do pintor surrealista Edgar Ende, tornou-se conhecido por seu trabalho Die unendliche Geschichte , e seus outros livros incluem Momo e o senhor do tempo e Jim Knopf. Ele também foi o autor der Stempel der Wünsche , que serviu de base para a série animada Wunsche, que costumava ser exibida no Brasil pela antiga Fox Kids.

Ele é um dos mais famosos autores do século XX, pelo seu sucesso com livros infantis, que convida o leitor a entrar em um estranho mundo cheio de símbolos visionários e o poder de se identificar com os heróis de suas histórias.

Os livros de Michael foram traduzidos em mais de quarenta idiomas e vendidos mais de vinte e cinco milhões de cópias. Wikipedia  

✵ 12. Novembro 1929 – 28. Agosto 1995   •   Outros nomes Michael Andreas Helmuth Ende, میشائل انده
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Michael Ende: Frases em inglês

“Every real story is a never ending story.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“Maybe all the people who say ghosts don't exist are just afraid to admit that they do.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“Nothing is lost… Everything is transformed.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“Time is Life.”

Michael Ende livro Momo

Momo (1973) (Originally "Zeit ist Leben")

“There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“But that is another story and shall be told another time.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“Strange as it may seem, horror loses its power to frighten when repeated too often.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“Without a past you can't have a future.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“There are many kinds of delusion.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“My will can control anything that’s empty.”

Michael Ende livro The Neverending Story

Fonte: The Neverending Story

“You were compelled to?' he repeated. 'You mean you weren't sufficiently powerful to resist?'
'In order to seize power,' replied the dictator, 'I had to take it from those that had it, and in order to keep it I had to employ it against those that sought to deprive me of it.'
The chef's hat gave a nod. 'An old, old story. It has been repeated a thousand times, but no one believes it. That's why it will be repeated a thousand times more.'
The dictator felt suddenly exhausted. He would gladly have sat down to rest, but the old man and the children walked on and he followed them.
'What about you?' he blurted out, when he had caught the old man up. 'What do you know of power? Do you seriously believe that anything great can be achieved on earth without it?'
'I?' said the old man. 'I cannot tell great from small.'
'I wanted power so that I could give the world justice,' bellowed the dictator, and blood began to trickle afresh from the wound in his forehead, 'but to get it I had to commit injustice, like anyone who seeks power. I wanted to end oppression, but to do so I had to imprison and execute those who opposed me - I became an oppressor despite myself. To abolish violence we must use it, to eliminate human misery we must inflict it, to render war impossible we must wage it, to save the world we must destroy it. Such is the true nature of power.'
Chest heaving, he had once more barred the old man's path with his pistol ready.'
'Yet you love it still,' the old man said softly.
'Power is the supreme virture!' The dictator's voice quavered and broke. 'But its sole shortcoming is sufficient to spoil the whole: it can never be absolute - that's what makes it so insatiable. The only true form of power is omnipotence, which can never be attained, hence my disenchantment with it. Power has cheated me.'
'And so,' said the old man, 'you have become the very person you set out to fight. It happens again and again. That is why you cannot die.'
The dictator slowly lowered his gun. 'Yes,' he said, 'you're right. What's to be done?'
'Do you know the legend of the Happy Monarch?' asked the old man.

'When the Happy Monarch came to build the huge, mysterious palace whose planning alone had occupied ten whole years of his life, and to which marvelling crowds made pilgrimage long before its completion, he did something strange. No one will ever know for sure what made him do it, whether wisdom or self-hatred, but the night after the foundation stone had been laid, when the site was dark and deserted, he went there in secret and buried a termites' nest in a pit beneath the foundation stone itself. Many decades later - almost a life time had elapsed, and the many vicissitudes of his turbulent reign had long since banished all thought of the termites from his mind - when the unique building was finished at last and he, its architect and author, first set foot on the battlements of the topmost tower, the termites, too, completed their unseen work. We have no record of any last words that might shed light on his motives, because he and all his courtiers were buried in the dust and rubble of the fallen palace, but long-enduring legend has it that, when his almost unmarked body was finally unearthed, his face wore a happy smile.”

"Mirror in the Mirror", page 193