Quotes About Mystery

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever.

Não conhecia o prazer de ler, de explorar portas que se nos abrem na alma, de nos abandonarmos à imaginação, à beleza e ao mistério da ficção e da linguagem.

Hasta entonces para mí las lecturas eran una obligación, una especie de multa a pagar a maestros y tutores sin saber muy bien para qué. No conocía el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandonarse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

That afternoon of mist and drizzle, Clara Barcelo stole my heart, my breath, and my sleep. In the haunted shade of the Ateneo, her hands wrote a curse on my skin that was to hound me for years.

Are you not tempted to create a story for which men and women would live and die, for which they would be capable of killing and allowing them to be killed, of sacrificing and condemning themselves, of handling over their souls?

For me, Nuria Montfort was like a mirage: you don't question its veracity, you simply follow it until it vanishes or until it destroys you.

Fermin shook his head. 'And is that why you believe that if you manage to unravel the mystery of Julian Carax and rescue him from oblivion, the face of your mother will come back to you?' I looked at him. There was no irony or judgment in his expression. For a moment Fermin Romero de Torres seemed to me the wisest and most lucid man in the universe.

Hay cosas que sólo pueden verse entre tinieblas —insinuó mi padre blandiendo una sonrisa enigmática

Siempre creí que íbamos a ser inseparables, pero la vida debe de saber algo que nosotros no sabemos.

Pois bem,esta é uma história de livros. - De livros? - De livros malditos, do homem que os escreveu, de uma personagem que se escapou das páginas de um romance para o queimar,de uma traição e de uma amizade perdida.É uma história de amor,de ódio e dos sonhos que vivem na sombra do vento.

Rije?i i misterij njihova skrivena zna?enja fascinirali su me i doživljavao sam ih kao klju? kojim se može otklju?ati beskrajni svijet na sigurnome od one ku?e, onih ulica i onih tmurnih dana u kojima sam ?ak i ja mogao naslutiti da me ?eka oskudna sre?a.

Right then, in a nutshell: this one hasn't a single bone of obedient-little-wife material in her heavenly body.' 'Hasn't she? Then what kind of bone does your expertise detect?' Fermin came closer, adopting a confidential tone. 'The passionate kind,' he said, raising his eyebrows with an air of mystery. 'And you can be sure I mean that as a compliment.

People only dissappear when they have somewhere to go

Aquella tarde de brumas y llovizna, Clara Barceló me robó el corazón, la respiración y el sueño. Al amparo de la luz embrujada del Ateneo, sus manos escribieron en mi piel una maldición que habría de perseguirme durante anhos

Todo forma parte de algo que no podemos entender, pero que nos posee.

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 it's pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

Alicia, welcome back to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.

The night I met him Mijail told me that, for some reason, life usually grants us what we are not looking for.

Éste es un mundo de sombras, Daniel, y la magia es un bien escaso.

Marino, zabra?a? ze sob? wszystkie odpowiedzi.

Na és maga, hogy áll a nÅ'kkel, Daniel? - Igazság szerint nem tudok róluk túl sokat. - Tudni senki sem tud róluk sokat, még Freud sem, sÅ't, talán még Å'k maguk sem, de nem is kell. Olyan ez, mint az elektromos áram: ahhoz, hogy megüssük vele az ujjunkat, nem szükséges tudnunk, hogyan m?ködik.

La llama iluminó por primera vez su semblante. Se me heló el alma. Aquel personaje no tenía nariz, ni labios, ni párpados. Su rostro era apenas una máscara de piel negra y cicatrizada, devorada por el fuego.

Tots tenim un secret tancat amb clau a l'àtic de l'ànima.

Esta ciudad es bruja, sabe Usted, Daniel? Se le mete a uno en la piel y le roba el alma sin que uno se dé ni cuenta.