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  • #1
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.”
    Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  • #2
    Nicholas Evans
    “Sometimes what seems like surrender isn't surrender at all. It's about what's going on in our hearts. About seeing clearly the way life is and accepting it and being true to it, whatever the pain, because the pain of not being true to it is far, far greater. ”
    Nicholas Evans

  • #3
    Nicholas Evans
    “I am not gone but merely walk within you.”
    Nicholas Evans, The Smoke Jumper

  • #4
    Alessandro Baricco
    “He puts down the pen, folds the sheet of paper, and slips it inside an envelope. He stands up, takes from his trunk a mahogany box, lifts the lid, lets the letter fall inside, open and unaddressed. In the box are hundreds of identical envelopes, open and unaddressed. He thinks that somewhere in the world he will meet a woman who has always been his woman. Every now and again he regrets that destiny has been so stubbornly determined to make him wait with such indelicate tenacity, but with time he has learned to consider the matter with great serenity. Almost every day, for years now, he has taken pen in hand to write to her. He has no names or addresses to put on the envelopes: but he has a life to recount. And to whom, if not to her? He thinks that when they meet it will be wonderful to place the mahogany box full of letters on her lap and say to her, 'I was waiting for you.'

    "She will open the box and slowly, when she so desires, read the letters one by one. As she works her way back up the interminable thread of blue ink she will gather up the years-- the days, the moments-- that that man, before he ever met her, had already given to her. Or perhaps more simply, she will overturn the box and astonished at that comical snowstorm of letters, she will smile, saying to that man, 'You are mad.' And she will love him forever.”
    Alessandro Baricco

  • #5
    Alessandro Baricco
    “Perché è così che ti frega, la vita. Ti piglia quando hai ancora l'anima addormentata e ti semina dentro un'imagine, o un odore, o un suono che poi non te lo togli più. E quella lì era la felicità. Lo sopri dopo, quando è roppo tardi. E già sei, per sempre, un esule: a migliaia di chilometri da quell'immagine, da quel suono, da quell'odore. Alla deriva.”
    Alessandro Baricco, Castelli di rabbia

  • #6
    Alessandro Baricco
    “C'est une belle manière de se perdre, que se perdre dans les bras l'un de l'autre.”
    Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea

  • #7
    Alessandro Baricco
    “- È uno strano dolore.
    Piano.
    - Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.”
    Alessandro Baricco

  • #8
    Alessandro Baricco
    “Sai cos'è bello, qui? Guarda: noi camminiamo, lasciamo tutte quelle orme sulla sabbia, e loro restano lì, precise, ordinate. Ma domani, ti alzerai, guarderai questa grande spiaggia e non ci sarà più nulla, un'orma, un segno qualsiasi, niente. Il mare cancella, di notte. La marea nasconde. È come se non fosse mai passato nessuno. È come se noi non fossimo mai esistiti. Se c'è un luogo, al mondo, in cui puoi non pensare a nulla, quel luogo è qui. Non è più terra, non è ancora mare. Non è vita falsa, non è vita vera. È tempo. Tempo che passa. E basta...”
    Alessandro Baricco

  • #9
    Alessandro Baricco
    “Sensazione meravigliosa. Di quando il destino finalmente si schiude, e diventa sentiero distinto, e ormai inequivocabile, e direzione certa. Il tempo interminabile dell'avvicinamento. Quell'accostarsi. Si vorrebbe non finisse mai. Il gesto di consegnarsi al destino. Quella è un'emozione: Senza più dilemmi, senza più menzogne. Sapere dove. E raggiungerlo. Qualunque sia, il destino.”
    Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea

  • #10
    Daniel Pennac
    “Aimer c’est, finalement, faire don de nos préférences à ceux que nous préférons. Et ces partages peuplent l’invisible citadelle de notre liberté. Nous sommes habités de livres et d’amis.”
    Daniel Pennac, Comme un roman

  • #11
    Ray Bradbury
    “You must write every single day of your life... You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads... may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #12
    Ray Bradbury
    “Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?"
    "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #13
    Ray Bradbury
    “Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't "try" to do things. You simply "must" do things.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #14
    Ray Bradbury
    “Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

    It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #15
    Ray Bradbury
    “Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.”
    Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

  • #16
    Ray Bradbury
    “And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the backyard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I’ve never gotten over his death. Often I think what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands? He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine actions the night he passed on.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #17
    Ray Bradbury
    “You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #18
    Ray Bradbury
    “If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #19
    Ray Bradbury
    “Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #20
    Ray Bradbury
    “I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago.
    For a little while I'm not afraid.
    Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last.
    Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #21
    Ray Bradbury
    “See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #22
    Ray Bradbury
    “He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #23
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #24
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

  • #25
    Oscar Wilde
    “Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #26
    Oscar Wilde
    “Hearts are made to be broken.”
    Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

  • #27
    Oscar Wilde
    “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #28
    Oscar Wilde
    “Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #29
    Oscar Wilde
    “I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #30
    Carlos Ruiz Zafón
    “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, The Shadow of the Wind



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