Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.

Cornelia Funke
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In the book, Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once. This quote depicts how vulnerable a person’s heart can become when in love. The heart has a way of changing in sensitive ways when in love, and it can make a person vulnerable to do great things in support of another person.

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