Carlos Ruiz Zafon Quotes

I wanted to acknowledge that life goes on but that death goes on, too. A person who is dead is a long, long story.

I miss all of my old friends who have passed away. Sometimes you just don't understand why they were taken so soon. I loved and miss Johnny Cash. I miss my old buddy Johnny Paycheck, who happens to be buried in an area of the cemetery that I bought for my family.

I called my book 'When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead' because that's the truth. I will keep talking until the big hand comes down from Heaven. But I am a spiritual man and I believe that even that does not have to be the end.

Behind every citizen lies a graveyard.

Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him.

I always thought that cemeteries gave me some sense of perspective

Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.

Tell me the truth about death. I don't know what it is. We have them, then they are gone but they stay in our minds. Their stories are part of us as long as we live and as long as we tell them or write them down.

When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery.

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought

Those who in living fill the smallest space, In death have often left the greatest void.

Nothing is stronger than the position of the dead among the living.

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again.

Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those dear is the worst man has to fear... Though grave diggers' toil is long... They but thrust their buried men back in the human mind again.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on.

When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we’ll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

Fame - a few words upon a tombstone, and the truth of those not to be depended on.

Death is an absolute marvel.