Quotes About Literature

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

Creo en la literatura. Y a ratos en el arte de la gastronomía, sobre todo si hay un buen arroz de por medio. Lo demás son embustes o paños caliente, según lo mire.

I HEARD A REGULAR CUSTOMER SAY that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart.

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.

Julián Carax's book was waiting for me, as it always did, its spine just visible at the end of a shelf. I took it in my hands and pressed it against my chest

Pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente abre camino hasta su corazón

a religion is really a moral code that is expressed through legends, myths or any type of literary device in order to establish a system of beliefs, values and rules with which to regulate a culture or a society.

Knjiga je pismo koje pisac pise sam sebi, kako bi si rekao stvari koje drugacije ne bi mogao shvatiti.

Between 1928 and 1936, he published eight of Carax's novels.

Am hot?rât c? existenÈ›a mea va fi una a c?rÈ›ilor È™i a t?cerii.

A valóság sosem múlja felül az irodalmat, legalábbis a minÅ'segit nem.

Monsieur Roquefort frequently visited a secondhand bookstall positioned outside Notre-Dame. It was there, by chance, one afternoon in 1929, that he came across a novel by an unknown author, someone called Julián Carax.

I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY MY FATHER TOOK ME TO THE CEMETERY OF Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona

Al encontrar la puerta con el cartel de CERRADO, empezó a golpear el cristal con los puños. Fermín y Daniel intercambiaron una mirada. - Para que luego digan que en este país la gente no tiene ganas de comprar libros.

Mire, yo en estos casos, y créame que tengo práctica, lo que siempre hago es rellenar la documentación con nombres sacados de la sobras del insigne Ramón María del Valle Inclán, porque está demostrado que tan fina pluma tiene poca incidencia en la lista de lecturas recomendadas por la Jefatura Superior de Policia y de esta guisa nadie se entera del cambiazo.

Le interesa lo mismo que a usted. Le interesan los libros, la literatura, el olor de estos tesoros que tiene usted aquí y la promesa de romance y aventura de las novelas de a peseta. Le interesa espantar la soledad y no perder el tiempo en comprender que en este perro mundo nada vale un céntimo si no tenemos a alguien con quien compartirlo.

He let the hours go by lost in the magic of words, shedding his skin and his name, feeling like another person.

La mayoría de los autores que se habían sentido llamados a escribir sobre lo divino, lo humano y lo sacro, debían de haber sido estudiosos doctos y píos en grado sumo, pero como escritores eran una birria. El sufrido lector que debía patinar sobre sus páginas se las veía y se las deseaba para no caer en un estado de coma inducido por el aburrimiento a cada punto y aparte.

Cada libro, cada volumen que ves aquí, tiene un alma. El alma de la persona que lo escribió y de aquellos que lo leyeron, vivieron y soñaron con él.

Page after page I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page. I lay in the bluish half-light with the book on my chest and listened to the murmur of the sleeping city. My eyes began to close, but I resisted. I did not want to lose the story's spell or bid farewell to its characters yet.

Martín, fables are possibly one of the most interesting literary forms ever invented. Do you know what they teach us? Moral lessons? No. They teach us that human beings learn and absorb ideas through narrative, through stories, not through lessons or theoretical speeches.

Even then my only friends were made of paper and ink. At school I had learned to read and write long before the other children. Where my school friends saw notches of ink on incomprehensible pages, I saw light, streets, and people. Words and the mystery of their hidden science fascinated me, and I saw in them a key with which I could unlock a boundless world, a safe haven from that home, those streets, and those troubled days in which even I could sense that only a limited fortune awaited me.

En mi mundo, las grandes esperanzas solo vivían entre las páginas de un libro.

el futuro de la literatura depende de las mujeres