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"She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless."
"Things come into your memory even when you don't want them to, that is because 'pratikraman dosh' is pending (mistake for which pratikraman was not done yet)."
"I want to take all our best moments, put them in a jar, and take them out like cookies and savor each one of them forever."
"The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain."
"Some things are not supposed to be forgotten, these are the things which make us human."
"When our consciousness has become a haven of illusions, our mind may have a hard time to fight the maze in our thinking. Only anchor points from our past and the innocence of our childhood might give back the core of what we are. ['Not without the past']"
"Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk."
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."
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