Quotes from book

The Shadow of the Wind

“Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.”

“Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.”

“One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.”

“It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.”

“Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.”

“There are no second chances in life, except to feel remorse.”

“If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.”

“Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later--no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover or how much we learn or forget--we will return.”

“One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.”

“Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.”

“There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.”

“To truly hate is an art one learns with time.”

“I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.”

“that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.”

“Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.”

“I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.”

“Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not the merits of who receives them.”

“But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.”

“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.”