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Sometimes, the things that are the most real only happen in one's imagination, Oscar, she said. We only remember what never really happened.
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Si regala qualcosa per il piacere di farlo,non perche qualcuno lo meriti o meno
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To achieve anything you must first have ambition and then talent, knowledge, and finally the opportunity.
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I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger.
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either. Hope is cruel, and has no conscience. For
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I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.
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Se que no es usted hombre de fe, Edmond, pero la fe se encuentra cuando no se busca y llegara el dia en que sea su corazon, no su mente, el que anhele la purificacion del alma.
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Niama vtori shansove v zhivota, osven za ugrizeniiata.
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A legend is a lie that has been whipped up to explain a universal truth.
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We still have a lot of history to live through, Daniel, and what awaits us is no longer child's play. Are you with me? To that end of the world, which, for all we know, might only be around the corner?
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Alicia was already walking down the street when the shop assistant stuck his head out of the door and called out, "Miss? You haven't told me your name ..." Alicia turned around and there Bonito a smile that left its mark on him all day and part of the night."
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Nothing is more surprising or frightening than what one already knows.
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A wise man is one who doesn't stir up volcanoes, revolutions, or pregnant females.
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Alicia was already walking down the street when the shop assistant stuck his head out of the door and called out, "Miss? You haven't told me your name ..." Alicia turned around and threw Bonito a smile that left its mark on him all day and part of the night."
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The world is simply the reflection of those of us who make it up.
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Nothing keeps memory more alive than resentment.
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Truth is never perfect, never squares with all expectations. Truth always poses doubts and questions. Only lies are one hundred percent believable, because they don't need to justify reality, they simply have to tell us what we want to hear.
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David Martin taught me many things: how to create a sentence, how to think about language and all its devices as an orchestra in search of a musical score, how to analyse a text and understand how it is constructed and why ... He taught me to read and write again, but this time I knew what I was doing, why, and what for. And above all how. He never tired of telling me that in literature there is only one real theme: not what is narrated, bu..
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Bea had always detested visiting the city of the dead, where all she saw was a morbid staging of death and a poor attempt at convincing terrified visitors that ancestry and good names persevere even in the hereafter. She deplored the idea that an army of architects, sculptors, and artisans had sold their talents to construct such a sumptuous necropolis and populate it with statues in which the spirits of death leaned over to kiss the forehe..
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Her face was lined with bitterness and her eyes looked glazed, tired of hating and weeping in solitude.
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The very thought that the poor creature could still hold the slightest bit of affection for him or for the world seem too cruel.
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Finally, in a slow, deliberate manner, and with a calm and authoritarian composure of a preacher who knows the meekness of his flock, he drew the microphone to his lips and began his homily.
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This is where tragedies and romances began and ended, as did escapes and returns, betrayals and absences. Life, some said, is a railway station where one almost always enters, or it gets put into, the wrong carriage.
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In the end Alicia had accepted that heavy piece as she done with so many of Leandro's offerings, in a tacit agreement of submission and pretense, where the unmentionable was sealed with a cold smile of politeness and a veil of silence,
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I hope you find the path that I missed.
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You believe what it's possible to believe, not what you want to believe. Unless you're an idiot, in which case it's the other way around.
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When you're young, you see the world as it should be, and when you're old you start to see it as it really is. You'll be cured eventually.
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Hope is no more than the belief that that moment hasn't yet come,
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She'll live. I've already seen her return from among the dead once before, and those who learn the trick never forget it. I speak from experience. To return from the dead is a bit like riding a bike, or unfastening a girl's bra with a single hand. It's all a question of getting the knack.
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Those who aren't able to fall in love suffer all the more.
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I've never been one for naps. What I go for is insomnia elevated to an art form. I'll catch up on sleep when I die.
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Are you sure you don't think that if you save someone decent, you'll save the world, or at least the possibility that something good might be left in it?
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The most sincere pain is experienced alone.
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A parent never sees his children grow old. To a father's eyes, they always seem like those kids who once looked up at him with veneration, convinced that he had the answers to all the mysteries of the universe.
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Perhaps Bernarda was right after all, and in this lousy world, sometimes, some things did end the way they should.
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Nobody succeeds without failing first.
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Leandro's thesis was that after a particular point in a man's life, his future is invariably in his past.
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One has to make one's own mistakes, not other people's. Do what you have to do and come back soon. Or whenever you can.
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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A couple of days without a dictator, and you Spaniards have already become bisexual.
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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Daniel recognized in him a pale reflection of the man he'd leaned to hate. Nothing remained of his regal face, of his arrogant demeanor and his haughty presence . Someone or something has ripped out everything that could be taken from a human being until all that remained was a longing for darkness and oblivion
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Tell our stories to the world, and never forget that we exist so long as someone remembers us.
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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What all doctors say: what doesn't kill you makes you fat.
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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To write is to rewrite, he kept reminding me. One writes for oneself, and one rewrites for others.
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A story has no beginning and no end, only points of entry.
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