Carlos Ruiz Zafón Quotes - Page 4

He let the hours go by lost in the magic of words, shedding his skin and his name, feeling like another person. He allowed himself to be carried away by the dreams of shadowy characters, the only refuge left for him.

I started off for home, where I planned to recruit a good book and hide away from the world.

the day women are allowed to learn to read and write the world will become ungovernable.

You don't know what thirst is until you drink for the first time.

Uno no sabe lo que es la vida hasta que desnuda por primera vez a una mujer. Botón a botón, como si pelase usted un boniato bien calentito en una noche de invierno.

- Hazme lo que quieras - susurró. Tenía diecisiete años y la vida en los labios.

I looked at the group of human remains that languished in the corner and smiled at them. It occurred to me that their very presence was testimony to the moral emptiness of the universe and the mechanical brutality with which it destroys the parts it no longer needs.

Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality.

- You don't look well, he pronounced.
- Indigestion, I replied.
- From what?
- Reality.
- Join the queue.

You don't look well," he pronounced.
"Indigestion," I replied.
"From what?"
"Reality."
"Join the queue.

Why is it that all wars are won by bankers?

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

History is biology's dumping ground

The night I met him [he] told me that, for some reason, life usually grants us what we are not looking for. He was given wealth, fame, and power, yet his soul yearned only for spiritual peace so that he could silence the shadows in his heart...

I've learnt that solitude is sometimes a path that leads to peace

Her tiny and organized handwriting reminded me of the tidiness of her desk, as if she'd wanted to find in words the peace and safety that life hadn't wanted to grant her.

There are two things in life you cannot choose. The first is your enemies; the second your family. Sometimes the difference between them is hard to see, but in the end time will show you that the cards you have been dealt could always have been worse.

Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.

He was rather clumsy and shy and looked as if he'd spent the last ten years of his life locked up in a library - hardly the kind of man any girl your age dreams of ...