Quotes from Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Una leyenda es un pequeña mentira pergeñada para explicar una verdad universal.

No hay casualidades, Daniel. Somos títeres de nuestra inconsciencia.

Una leyenda es una mentira pergeñada para explicar una verdad universal.

lo que cuenta a veces no es lo que se da, sino lo que se cede.

El juego de la infiltración es similar al de la seducción: el que pide permiso ha perdido antes de empezar.

Maturare non è altro che il processo attraverso il quale si scopre che tutto ciò a cui credevi da giovane è falso mentre tutto quello a cui ti rifiutavi di credere in gioventù risulta vero.

Uno siempre busca en el presente o en el futuro respuestas que están en el pasado.

Žensko srce je labirint istan?anosti koji predstavlja izazov za grubi muški duh. Ako zaista želite da imate jednu ženu, treba najprije da razmišljate kao ona, dok je prvo što treba napraviti,osvojiti njenu dušu.

A partir de cierto punto en la vida el futuro de un hombre está invariablemente en su pasado...

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 envied him." "There are worse prisons than words, Daniel.

Have you ever known a woman, David?" "Of course I have. Dozens of them." "I mean in the biblical sense." "As in Mass?" "No, as in bed." "Ah.

Las casualidades son las cicatrices del destino.

His eyes gave off an air of bravado and arrogance, of disdain and sugary politeness. Julián smiled at him openly, reading insecurity, fear, and emptiness under that shell of vanity and complacency.

Lo que hace falta en el mundo es más gente mala de verdad y menos cazurros limítrofes.

cualquiera que aspire a conservar su sano juicio necesita de un lugar en el mundo en el que pueda y desee perderse. Ese lugar, el último refugio, es un pequeño anexo del alma al que, cuando el mundo naufraga en su absurda comedia, uno siempre puede correr a encerrarse y extraviar la llave.

She was invisible, so I imagined her as perfect. Next to her I was unworthy, vulgar, all too real.

I'll see you tomorrow, then, around seven,' concluded Clara. 'Do you know the address?

Ich bin nie ein frommer Mensch gewesen. Ich zweifle eher, als dass ich glaube oder nicht glaube. Mein Glaube ist der Zweifel.

Tengo cosas que hacer. Después tendré toda la vida para morirme.

Hope is cruel, and has no conscience.

El silencio hace que hasta los necios parezcan sabios durante un minuto.

A lineup of ladies with their virtue for rent and a lot of mileage on the clock greeted us with smiles that would only have excited a student of dentistry.

Ogni libro 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 grazie ad esso.

I looked at him and saw a lonely man, devoid of hope. I knew what I was doing when I took him home and let myself be seduced by him. I knew I was deceiving him and that he knew, too, but had nothing else in the world. That is how we became lovers, out of desperation.