Carlos Ruiz Zafon Quotes

Truth can hurt so very much.

Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.

It's good that it hurts. Pain is the signal that you're confused, that you're in a lie.

Truth is not always a pleasant thing.

The sad truth is the truth is sad.

Pain is something that's common to human life. When we ignore it, we aren't engaging in the whole reality, and the pain begins to fester.

When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.

I think, often, when you are in just a lot of pain, it comes out as anger.

I would have to say that looked like it hurt.

The truth is not beautiful --- it stands on cloven hooves - it is covered in coagulated blood --- but it is the truth.

Pain is pain.

non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

Pain is pain. It needs no description.

The only part of you that hurts when you're given the truth is the part that lives on lies.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

The truth is like a scalpel. The truth is painful.

Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.

Upon my word, I think the truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with.

Everybody hurts some days. It's okay to be afraid. Everybody hurts, everybody screams. Everybody feels this way.

It's the self that suffers, and there's a place where the self--ceases. I don't know how to say it. But I believe that the reality--the truth that I recognize in suffering as I don't in comfort and happiness--that the reality of pain is not pain. If you can get through it. If you can endure it all the way.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told — told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.

When someone you love is hurting, if it was possible, you'd want to take their pain for them. But do I really want cramps and sore boobs?

Better the hard truth, I say, than the comforting fantasy.

This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.