Carlos Ruiz Zaf C3 B3n Quotes

Army, Marriage, the Church, and Baking: the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse.
Fermin Romero de Torres - The Shadow of the Wind. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I'm not sure whether to thank you or report you to the police, he said at last. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Our world will not die as a result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, of making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that." Professor ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Generally speaking, beliefs arise from an event or character that may or may not be authentic, and rapidly evolve into social movements that are conditioned and shaped by the political, economic and societal circumstances of the group that accepts them. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

And for a moment I thought there were no more ghosts there than those of absence and loss, and that the light that smiled on me was borrowed light, only real as long as I could hold it in my eyes, second by second. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

All business opportunities stem from someone else's inability to resolve a simple and inevitable problem. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

She suspected that the old man hadn't shared that sorrow with anyone, but fate had chosen to send him a stranger resemble the person he had most loved, so that now, when it was too late, when he was no longer of any use to anyone, you could find some comfort by trying to save her and give her an affection that didn't belong to her. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven ... Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Are you an idiot?
I'm in training. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

She wanted to believe him with the yearning that comes with the suspicion that truth hurts, and that cowards live longer and better, even if they do so in the prison of their own lies. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Blaming TV as an abstract entity is nonsensical. It's our hand on the remote. There's a world out there outside the tube. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Afterwards, once you lost all hope, time began to go faster and the senseless days deadened your soul. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other prupose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Don't add on any years, you rascal. Life will see to that without your help. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I tried to swallow his nonsense without choking. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

The female heart is a labyrinth of subtleties, too challenging for the uncouth mind of the male racketeer. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

The photograph showed a young couple smiling at the camera. The man didn't look much older than seventeen or eighteen, with light-coloured hair and delicate, aristocratic features. The woman may have been a bit younger, one or two years at the most. She had pale skin and a finely chiselled face framed by
short black hair. She looked drunk with happiness. The man had his arm round her waist, and she seemed to be whispering something to him in a teasing way. The image conveyed a warmth that drew a smile from me, as if I had recognized two old friends in those strangers. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Telling the truth should be kept as a last resort, Daniel, even more so to a nun ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I leafed through the pages, inhaling the enchanted scent of promise that comes with all new books, and stopped to read the start of a sentence that caught my eye. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

The sound of the fountain wove its way through the arches. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Are you an idiot?' she asked, in perfect Spanish. 'I'm in training,' I admitted. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

( ... )where tourists and people from the city came in search of sand, sun and expensive forms of boredome. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Opening the door quietly, I slipped in without switching on the light. From the entrance hall, I
could see the dining room at the end of the corridor, the table still decked out for the party. The cake was there, untouched, and the crockery still waited for the meal. I could make out the motionless silhouette of my father in his armchair, as he observed the scene from the window. He was awake and still wearing his best suit. Wreaths of smoke rose lazily from a cigarette he held between his index and ring
fingers, as if it were a pen. I hadn't seen my father smoke for years. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

In those days I learned that nothing is more frightening than a hero who lives to tell his story, to tell what all those who fell at his side will never be able to tell. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Page and 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. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

He was truly a man of faith. He believed in his friends, in the truth of things, and in something to which he didn't dare put a name or a face because he said as priests that was our job. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Perhaps Bernarda was right after all, and in this lousy world, sometimes, some things did end the way they should. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

History is biology's dumping ground ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Go to hell, I whispered. The night darker than ever, leaned in against the window panes. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Most of us mortals never get to know our real destiny; we're just trampled by it. By the time we raise our heads and see it moving off down the road, it's already too late, and we have to walk the rest of the way along the straight and narrow ditch the dreamers call maturity. Hope is no more than the belief that that moment hasn't yet come, that we might still manage to see our real destiny when it draws near and jump on board before the chance of being ourselves disappears forever, condemning us to live in emptiness, missing what should have been and never was. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Remember: warm heart, cold mind. The seducer's code. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Sometimes, when the gods aren't looking and destiny loses its way, even good people get a taste of good luck in their lives. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Why is it that the less one has to say the more one says it in the most pompous and pedantic way possible? ... Is it to fool the world or just to fool themselves? ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I became a writer, a teller of tales, because otherwise I would have died ... or worse. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

All the geography, trigonometry, and arithmetic in the world are useless unless you learn to think for yourself. No school teaches you that. It's not on the curriculum. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

The more you hide the truth, the quicker it finds you - Max, The Prince of Midst ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

My only company was the incessant clacking of the typewriter echoing in the darkened hall and the large clock on the wall exhausting the minutes left until dawn. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon

The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the flat roof, sounding like footsteps on the ceiling. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zafon