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The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Children, Memories, Heart
Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.161, Penguin

Memories are worse than bullets.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, Bullets
Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.407, Penguin

Few things are more deceptive than memories.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, Deceptive
Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.212, Penguin

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that 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.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, Father, Book

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, Book, Ideas

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

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, Loneliness, Heart
Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.407, Penguin

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, War, Voice
"The Shadow of the Wind". Book by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, 2001.

She wore an ivory-white dress and held the world in her eyes. I barely remember the priest's words or the faces of the guests, full of hope, who filled the church on that March morning. All that remains in my memory is the touch of her lips and, when I half opened my eyes, the secret oath I carried with me and would remember all the days of my life.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Morning, Memories, Eye
Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.454, Penguin

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.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, War, Convince Us

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, Ocean, Book
Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.79, Penguin

He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the world or in other people... I got the feeling that Julián was living in the past, locked in his memories. Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them - a comfortable prison of his own design." "You say this as if you envied him." "There are worse prisons than words.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Memories, Book, Past

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