Best quotes by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Never trust anyone, especially the people you admire. These are the ones that will deal the worst blows.

We exist as long as someone remembers us.

I don’t trust people who have many friends. It is a sign that they do not know others.

Sometimes the most real things only happen in the imagination. People only remember what never happened.

You don’t have to understand a thing to feel it. When reason is able to understand what happened, the wounds in the heart are already too deep.

He felt that, for the first time in his life, time was passing faster than he wanted and he could no longer take refuge in the dream, as in previous years.

The words with which we poison a child’s heart, through pettiness or ignorance, are kept in memory and sooner or later burn their soul.

Gifts are given for the pleasure of the giver, not for the merit of the receiver.

After all, what kind of science is this, capable of putting a man on the moon, but incapable of putting a loaf of bread on every human’s table?

Sooner or later, the ocean of time gives us back the memories we buried in it.

Hating is, in fact, a talent that is learned over the years.

I don’t think anything happens by chance, you know? That deep down things have their secret plan, although we don’t understand it.

Youth is a capricious girlfriend, which we don’t understand or value until the day she leaves with someone else, never to return… Oh, oh!

Death has these things: it awakens the sentimental in us. In front of a tomb we see only the good, or what we want to see.

There is no doubt that there are people in the world who exist to have everything.

I grew up among books, making invisible friends on pages that crumbled into dust whose scent I still hold in my hands.

A person ends up becoming what he sees in the eyes of those who want to.

The art of reading is dying very slowly, which is an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror and we can only find in it what we carry inside us, that we put our mind and soul into reading, and that these goods are available every day. scarcer.

Every book, every volume you see, has a soul. The soul of the one who wrote it, and the soul of those who read it, who lived and dreamed of it.

Wars have no memory and no one dares to understand them until there are no voices to tell what happened, until the moment comes when no one recognizes them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

Until that moment, I hadn’t understood that this was a story of lonely people, of absences and losses, and that, for that reason, I had taken refuge in it until I confused it with my own life, like someone who escapes through the pages of a novel. because those you need to love are just shadows that dwell in a stranger’s soul.

I felt my throat tighten and, for lack of words, I bit my voice.

This world is not going to end because of the atomic bomb, as the newspapers say, it is going to end because of so much laughter, so much banality, because of this habit of making fun of everything, and moreover, bad jokes.

Envy is a blind man who wants to gouge out another’s eyes.

Do you like mysteries? I think if I had asked myself if I liked arsenic, my answer would have been the same.

The moment we stop wondering if we like someone, we stop liking that person forever…

Keep your dreams, you never know when they will be missed.

People cluck all the time. Man does not come from the monkey, he comes from the chicken.

Meaningless lives pass by like trains that don’t stop at the station.

The future is not desired, it is deserved.

Justice is a matter of perspective, not a universal value.

Do you know the best of broken hearts? That they can only really break once. The rest are scratches.

Silence is only necessary when you have nothing worthwhile to say. He makes even idiots look wise for a minute.

In the more advanced stages of cretinism, the lack of ideas is compensated by the excess of ideologies.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

The body begins to destroy itself from birth. We are fragile. transient creatures. All that is left of us are our actions, the good and the bad we do to our fellow men.