Quotes About Books

El Cementerio de los Libros Olvidados tenía su propio geometría y resultaba casi imposible pasar por el mismo lugar dos veces. En más de una ocasión se había perdido en el interior y había tardado un rato en dar con el camino de descenso a la salida.

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

got up to fetch a glass of water and, assuming I'd missed the train to sleep, I went up to the study, opened the drawer in my desk and pulled out the book I had rescued from the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.

En la biblioteca fue donde cambió mi vida.

Aquel libro me enseñó que leer podía hacerme vivir más y más intensamente, que podía devolverme la vista que había perdido. Sólo por eso, aquel libro que a nadie le importaba cambió mi vida.

Julián died alone, convinced that nobody would remember him or his books and that his life had meant nothing," she said. "He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

Aos poucos, assaltou-me a ideia de que atrás da capa de cada um daqueles livros se abria um infinito universo por explorar e que, fora daquelas paredes, o mundo deixava que a vida passasse em tardes de futebol e em novelas de rádio, satisfeito em ver apenas até onde vai o seu umbigo e pouco mais.

Certa ocasião ouvi um cliente habitual da livraria de meu pai comentar que poucas coisas marcam tanto um leitor como o primeiro livro que realmente abre caminho ao seu coração. As primeiras imagens, o eco dessas palavras que pensamos ter deixado para trás, nos acompanham por toda a vida e esculpem um palácio em nossa memória [...] ao qual iremos retornar.

but I felt sure that The Shadow of the Wind had been waiting there for me for years, probably since before I was born.

There are no modest books, only arrogant ignorance.

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens. This

Nekada davno, u djetinjstvu, možda is toga što sam odrastao me?u knjigama i knjižarima, odlu?io sam da želim postati pisac i živjeti životom punim melodrame.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens

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.

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.

Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.

pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón. Aquellas primeras imágenes, el eco de esas palabras que creemos haber dejado atrás, nos acompañan toda la vida y esculpen un palacio en nuestra memoria al que, tarde o temprano - no importa cuántos libros leamos, cuántos mundos descubramos, cuánto aprendamos u olvidemos -, vamos a regresar.

Una basílica hecha de libros oculta en un palacio que no había existido nunca, un lugar al que sólo podría volver en sueños.

Andaba distraído, con la cabeza en las nubes, media sonrisa en los labios y ese aire sereno de quienes tienen el lujo de no saber cómo funciona el mundo. Nunca había visto una fotografía suya, pero supo quién era antes de verle aproximarse a la puerta de la librería.

Por ese motivo deseaba que Edmond proyectase el mayor laberinto jamás creado, una biblioteca secreta, una ciudad de libros que habría de existir oculta bajo las catacumbas de la catedral de Hagia

En particular, me interesa saber si ha mencionado alguna vez un cementerio de los libros olvidados o muertos, o algo así. Piénsalo bien antes de contestar. ¿Te ha hablado Martín de ese lugar alguna vez?

Jedes einzelne Buch hat eine Seele. Die Seele dessen, der es geschrieben hat und die Seele derer, die es gelesen und erlebt und von ihm geträumt haben.

When a library disappears, or a bookshop closes down, when a book is consigned to oblivion, those of us who know this place, its guardians, make sure that it gets here.

Una historia de libros, de dragones y de rosas, como manda la fecha, pero sobre todo una historia de sombras y ceniza, como mandan los tiempos…