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Carlos Ruiz Zafon Inspirational Quotes (155)

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As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.
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Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.
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Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.
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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.
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Literature, at least good literature, is science tempered with the blood of art. Like architecture or music.
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Waiting is the rust of the soul.
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I can't die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwords I'll have a whole lifetime in which to die.
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When 'The Shadow of the Wind' became a success I had already been a working writer, I'd been through the ups and downs, I'd seen how it worked.
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Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.
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Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.
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Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.
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People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.
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Memories are worse than bullets.
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Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.
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He didn't know whether we created God in our own image or whether God created us without quite knowing what he was doing. He believed that God, or whatever brought us here, lives in each of our deeds, in each of our words, and manifests himself in all those things that show us to be more than mere figures of clay.
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I swim against the tide because I like to annoy.
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-Do you think it's dirty money? -All money is dirty. If it were clean nobody would want it.
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... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.
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Envy is the religion of the mediocre
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Normal people bring children into the world we novelists bring books. We are condemned to put our whole lives into them, even though they hardly ever thank us for it. We are condemned to die in their pages and sometimes even to let our books be the ones who, in the end, will take our lives.
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She was seventeen, her entire life shining on her lips.
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Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.
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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.
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In those days, Christmas still retained a certain aura of magic and mystery. The powdery light of winter, the hopeful expressions of people who lived among shadows and silence, lent that setting a slight air of promise in which at least children and those who had learned the art of forgetting could still believe.
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