Carlos Ruiz Zafon Quotes

I got the feeling that Julián was living in the past, locked in his memories. Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them—a comfortable prison of his own design. You say this as if you...

I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has e...

I know the world changes, but never in essence.

I let the remainder of the morning drift by between the alchemy of the music and the perfume of books,

I pointed to her engagement ring. I don’t know who the idiot is, but I hope he knows he’s the luckiest man in the world.

I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you’ve deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugi...

Ignoravo il piacere che può dare la parola scritta, il piacere di penetrare nei segreti dell'anima, di abbandonarsi all'immaginazione, alla bellezza e al mistero dell'invenzione letteraria.

In questa vita si perdona tutto, tranne dire la verità.

In this manner, secretly, ....let the years go by, silencing their hearts and souls to the point where, from so much keeping quiet, they forgot the words with which to express their real feelings and...

It's aquarium light and it's cathedral ceilings offered asylum and a lounge where coffee substitutes were served to those who still try to believe that life went on, and that tomorrow, or perhaps the...

Nadie sobrevive una guerra civil con un ápice de dignidad del que presumir. Mi

Normally, the more talent one has, the more one doubts it, I said. And vice versa. Then I must be quite something, Isabella replied.

Qualcuno ha detto che nel momento in cui ti soffermi a pensare se ami o meno una persona, hai già la risposta affermai.

Qualcuno ha detto che nel momento in cui ti soffermi a pensare se ami o meno una persona, hai già la risposta.

Que se yo. La gente se complica la vida, como si no fuese suficientemente complicada

Questo luogo è un mistero, Daniel, un santuario. Ogni libro, ogni volume che vedi possiede un'anima, l'anima di chi lo ha scritto e di coloro che lo hanno letto, di chi ha vissuto e di chi ha sognato...

Questo posto è un mistero, Julian. Un santuario. Ogni libro, ogni volume che vedi, ha un 'anima. L'anima di chi l'ha scritto, e l'anima di coloro che l'hanno letto e hanno vissuto e sognato con lui. O...

Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.

The initial months of the war had left Barcelona plunged in a strange somnolence of fear and internal skirmishes. The fascist Rebellion had failed in Barcelona in the first few days after the coup, an...