Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.— Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The most unbelievable Carlos Ruiz Zafon quotes that are guaranted to improve your brain
People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.
Barcelona is a very old city in which you can feel the weight of history;
it is haunted by history. You cannot walk around it without perceiving it.
somethings can only be seen in the shadows
Driven by a wish to save Tomás from a life of penury and misunderstanding, Fermin had decided that he needed to develop my friend's latent conversational and social skills. Like the good ape he is, man is a social animal, characterized by cronyism, nepotism, corruption, and gossip. That's the intrinsic blueprint for our ethical behavior.
All true stories begin and end in a cemetery" - The Shadow of the Wind
I spend a lot of time in L.A., and when it rains there you get the entire rainfall for the year in two days, raindrops the size of mangoes. And in Barcelona, the Mediterranean storms come up from the sea, thunder and lightning; its like the end of the world.
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.
The haunting of history is ever present in Barcelona.
I see cities as organisms, as living creatures. To me, Madrid is a man and Barcelona is a woman. And its a woman whos extremely vain.
Every labyrinth has its minotaur
Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.
Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.
A good liar knows that the most efficient lie is always a truth that has had a key piece removed from it.
Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.
Waiting is the rust of the soul.
Men are like chestnuts they sell in the street: they're all hot and they all smell good when you buy them, but when you take them out of the paper cone you realise that most of them are rotten inside.
. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.
It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.
Never trust girls who let themselves be touched right away.
But even less those who need a priest for approval.
I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.
There are no second chances in life, except to feel remorse.
Thunder and lightning, it's like the end of the world.
Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate.
There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.
Destiny doesn't do home visits... you have to go for it yourself.
Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not the merits of who receives them.
Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.
A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.
There are two things in life you cannot choose.
The first is your enemies; the second your family. Sometimes the difference between them is hard to see, but in the end time will show you that the cards you have been dealt could always have been worse.
I don't suppose you have many friends.
Neither do I. I don't trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It's a sure sign that they don't really know anyone.
The wider the author's arsenal of tools and the better technically equipped the storyteller is, the better the tale will be.
Destiny is usually just around the corner.
Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.
Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
Who are the lunatics? The ones who see horror in the heart of their fellow humans and search for peace at any price? Or the ones who pretend they don't see what's going on around them? The world belongs either to lunatics or hypocrites. There are no other races on this earth. You must choose which one to belong to.
The most despicable humans are the ones who always feel virtuous and look down on the rest of the world.
Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.
But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.
Don't be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.
A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.
Few things are more deceptive than memories.
Old age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, skepticism flies out the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.
It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
Disarmed, I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.
Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened.
Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves.
But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.
I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.
The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.
People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.