About Carlos Ruiz Zafon: Carlos Ruiz Zafón is a Spanish novelist.
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...
He was rather clumsy and shy and looked as if he'd spent the last ten years of his life locked up in a library - hardly the kind of man any girl your age dreams of ...
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 ...
If there is a god, or hundreds of them, I hope they will forgive me for the harm I may have inflicted on you by telling you exactly what happened.
Delving into the past had unveiled a cruel lesson - that in the book of life it is perhaps best not to turn back pages; it was a path on which, whatever direction we took, we'd never be able to choose our own destiny.
I would have preferred someone else to have been in charge of rescuing this story, but once again life has taught me that my role is to be a witness, not the leading actor.
Marina me dijo una vez que sólo recordamos lo que nunca sucedió.
The night I met him [he] told me that, for some reason, life usually grants us what we are not looking for. He was given wealth, fame, and power, yet his soul yearned only for spiritual peace so that he could silence the shadows in his heart...
Man's meanness is a fuse in search of a flame.
Me habló de sus dudas y de sus miedos, de cómo toda una vida le había enseñado que cuanto tenía por cierto era una simple ilusión y que había demasiadas lecciones que no valía la pena aprender.
Me abrumó la soledad que desprendía su persona y, a un tiempo, creí ver en su interior un abismo infinito al que no podía evitar asomarme.
Baje a la orilla y me senté en la arena, donde años atrás había esparcido las cenizas de Marina. La misma luz de aquel día encendió el cielo y sentí su presencia, intensa. Comprendí que ya no podía ni quería huir más. Había vuelto a casa.
Youth is like a fickle girlfriend. We can't understand or value her until she goes off with someone else, never to return.
No valía la pena perder el tiempo en intentar cambiar el mundo; bastaba con evitar que el mundo lo cambiase a uno.
Si algún día tiene usted una hija, bendición que no se la deseo yo a nadie, porque es ley de vida que tarde o temprano le romperá a uno el corazón, en fin, a lo que iba, que si algún día tiene usted una hija empezará sin darse cuenta a dividi...
De niño aprendí a conciliar el sueño mientras le explicaba a mi madre en la penumbra de mi habitación las incidencias de la jornada, mis andanzas en el colegio, lo que había aprendido aquel día… No podía oír su voz o sentir su tacto, pero s...
Uno no sabe lo que es la vida hasta que desnuda por primera vez a una mujer. Botón a botón, como si pelase usted un boniato bien calentito en una noche de invierno.
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.
Llevamos el circo en la sangre.
In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody’s best friend.
