top of page
.png){kind=small}
Exlpore more Mortality quotes
"Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand."
"In one way, I suppose, I have been "in denial" for some time, knowingly burning the candle at both ends and finding that it often gives a lovely light. But for precisely that reason, I can't see myself smiting my brow with shock or hear myself whining about how it's all so unfair: I have been taunting the Reaper into taking a free scythe in my direction and have now succumbed to something so predictable and banal that it bores even me."
"The moment one is born, the 'saw starts cutting'. People consider it as death only when the wood breaks in two pieces [during funeral]. But it was being cut from the very beginning."
"It doth not hurt", whispered a faint voice, "She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'll wake and your heart and soul will have gone. A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten."
"But what really happens after you are dead - that is what I want to know?I cannot tell you Renisenb. You should ask a priest these questions.He would just give me the usual answers. I want to know.We shall none of us know until we are dead ourselves."
Explore more quotes by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
"Max had once read in one of his father's books that some childhood images become engraved in the mind like photographs, like scenes you can return to again and again and will always remember, no matter how much time goes by."
"He lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years."
"All business opportunities stem from someone else's inability to resolve a simple and inevitable problem."
"Jacinta never told Penelope that she loved her. The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words."
"In the haunted shade of the Ateneo, her hands wrote a curse on my skin that was to hound me for years."
"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."
bottom of page