Carlos Ruiz Zafon Quotes

When you're on the road and moving city to city, when someone isn't there at the end of the night, you feel empty.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

We are one...alone...and only...and we love you who are one...alone...and only. We looked into each other's eyes and we knew the breath of a miracle had touched us, and fled, and left us groping vainly. And we felt torn, torn for some word we could not find.

I'm not alone, but I am lonely without you.

I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

I have these wonderful homes, and no one to share them with.

It's been tough for me being away from the game.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

Do you know what people want more than anything? They want to be missed. They want to be missed the day they don't show up. They want to be missed when they're gone.

I understand being alone. I understand not liking it, wishing for something else.

When you're in New York, there's women galore. At the end of the day, when I'm by myself or even, at times, when there was a woman next to me, I was feeling alone. It was not the same as it is with my wife. The experience is not the same; the time is not the same.

They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic. Now he was going--out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement--and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger. Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.

Sometimes being away, on location, I feel like I'm away for much of my own life. I want to be better at staying connected.

Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [...] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [...] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.

...I realized that I knew less about loneliness than I had thought - and much less than I would know when he went away.

Nothing echoes like an empty mailbox.

When I think about sex it makes me realise how alone I feel.

When you are not near me, I make the sound of one hand clapping.

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.