In fact I don't think of literature, or music, or any art form as having a nationality. Where you're born is simply an accident of fate. I don't see why I shouldn't be more interested in say, Dickens, than in an author from Barcelona simply because I wasn't born in the UK. I do not have an ethno-centric view of things, much less of literature. Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónTags: barcelona european-novelists literary-tradition literature-in-translation
Me parece que de nada vale correr si siempre ha de irse por el mismo camino, cerrado, de nuestra personalidad. Unos seres nacen para vivir, otros para trabajar, y otros para mirar la vida. Yo tenia un pequeño y ruin papel de espectadora. Imposible salirme de él. Imposible libertarme. Una tremenda congoja fue para mí lo único real en aquellos momentos.
Carmen LaforetTags: existentialism coming-of-age barcelona nada laforet spanish-civil-war
I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she drows her last breath in my arms and I take her forever and escape at last to a place where neither heaven nor hell will ever be able to find us.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónTags: humor wisdom life inspirational truth art pain love writing freedom philosophy adventure romance death faith heaven fantasy hell devotion memories gothic supernatural thriller barcelona 20th-century evermore carlos-ruiz-zafón world-war zafon epic-fantasy dark-fantasy happyness gothic-romance goth angel-s-game books-about-books el-juego-del-angel hnowledge jocul-ingerului tibidabo
What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born. Her face, at once innocent and feral, soft and wild! Her mouth voluptuous. Eyes deep as oceans, her eyes as wide as planets. I likened her to the slender Psyché and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: the dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her tiny bare feet, the coal-stained balcony bricks upon which she sat, and that dusty wrought-ironwork that framed her perch. All this and the pungent air!—almost foul, with so many odors. Ô, that and the spicy night! …Pungency, spice, filth and night, dust and light; all things dark did blossom in sight; flower and bloom, the night has its pearl too—the moon! And once a month it will make the face of this tender girl bloom.
Roman PayneTags: love women beauty guitar flowers cleanliness sculpture faces smells psyche beautiful painting face roman dirt fatherhood barcelona payne roman-payne full-moon the-wanderess balcony skirt nightshirt
You're still in love'
'No I'm not, I'm not She'll always be a part of me, and she's an important person in my life but for the two of us something wasn't working.'
'What element?'
'We never found out
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Our love, our love will last forever. It's forever but it just doesn't work. That's why it will always be romantic because it can not be complete.
Woody AllenTags: christina barcelona vicky
It's funny. Maria Elena and I, we are meant for each other and not meant for each other, it's a contradiction.
Woody AllenTags: christina barcelona vicky
Your still searching for me in every woman. You'll always seek to duplicate what we had. You know it.
Woody AllenTags: christina barcelona vicky
This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down. How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?
Roman PayneTags: life truth girls women romantic beauty life-lessons life-and-living novel life-and-death angel romanticism keats barcelona roman-payne the-wanderess feminity truth-inspirational beauty-is-truth wanderess
It appeared that even in Barcelona there were hardly any bullfights nowadays; for some reason all the best matadors were Fascists.
George OrwellTags: barcelona fascists bullfights matador
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