Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Eclesiastes, Antigo Testamento, EC, 2:22

Eclesiastes, EC, 2:22, Pois que proveito alguém tem de todo o seu trabalho e da fadiga do seu coração, em que anda trabalhando debaixo do sol?

Êxodo, Antigo Testamento, EX, 25:10

Êxodo, EX, 25:10, - Também farão uma arca de madeira de acácia, de um metro e dez de comprimento, sessenta e seis centímetros de largura, e sessenta e seis centímetros de altura.

Levítico, Antigo Testamento, LV, 26:44

Levítico, LV, 26:44, Mesmo assim, estando eles na terra de seus inimigos, não os rejeitarei, nem me aborrecerei com eles, para consumi-los e invalidar a minha aliança com eles, porque eu sou o Senhor, o Deus deles.

I Samuel, Antigo Testamento, 1SM, 11:8

I Samuel, 1SM, 11:8, Saul contou-os em Bezeque. Dos filhos de Israel, havia trezentos mil; dos homens de Judá, trinta mil.

É sempre mais escuro antes do amanhecer.

Às vezes, queremos demais. E se o que descobrirmos não é o que queremos?

A felicidade está fora da felicidade.

Esdras, Antigo Testamento, ED, 6:7

Esdras, ED, 6:7, Não interrompam a obra desta Casa de Deus, para que o governador dos judeus e os seus anciãos reedifiquem a Casa de Deus no seu antigo lugar.

A arte não é o que você vê, mas o que você faz os outros verem.

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.