Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafón Spanish: is a Spanish novelist...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 September 1964
CountrySpain
Carlos Ruiz Zafon quotes about
home destiny visits-you
Destiny doesn't do home visits... you have to go for it yourself.
destiny might chance
It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.
book believe destiny
I looked up towards the immensity of the labyrinth. "How does one choose a single book among so many?" Isaac shrugged his shoulders. 'Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person...destiny, in other words.
book past destiny
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.
paper faces pieces
It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face.
blood resentment absurd
Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.
compassion sometimes circumstances
Sometimes, in difficult circumstances, one can confuse compassion with love.
children growing-up father
A good father. A man with a head, a heart, and a soul. A man capable of listening, of leading and respecting a child, and not of drowning his own defects in him. Someone whom a child will not only love because he's his father, but will also admire for the person he is. Someone he would want to grow up to resemble.
memories war convince-us
Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war.... We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.
curse
Time curses all, I thought, except the truth.
saint sinner
One can convert only a sinner, never a saint.
telling-the-truth mood foul
I prefer you like this, when you're in a foul mood, because you tell the truth.
sweet winter night
With women, the best part is the discovery. There's nothing like the first time, nothing. You don't know what life is until you undress a woman for the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot sweet potato on a winter's night.
fate desire puppets
Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.