Parenting Quotes by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

“Six years later my mother's absence remained in the air around us, a deafening silence that I had not learned to stifle…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Patience is the mother of all virtues and the godmother of madness”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“My father sighed, hiding behind the sad smile that followed him like a shadow all through his life.”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.

— Carlos Ruiz Zafon

“My father pretended to be reading his letters. He was a dreadful actor. ‘Since when have you liked Wagner?”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Max had once read in one of his father's books that some childhood images become engraved in the mind like photographs, like…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Well, then, for what my opinion is worth, I’m sure you’ll be an excellent father and husband. And since you don’t believe…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

A good father. A man with a head, a heart, and a soul. A man capable of listening, of leading and respecting…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafon

“I stopped asking my father to take me to see Victor Hugo's pen, and he didn't mention it again. That world seemed…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“That world seemed to have vanished, but for a long time the image I had of my father, which I still preserve…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafon

“The only thing I can recall is that it rained all day and all night, and that when I asked my father…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Forgive me,’ he whispered. I held my father’s gaze. Sometimes he seemed to grow a little older just by looking at me…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Presents are made for the pleasure of the one who gives them, not for the merits of those who receive them,' said…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“I found my father asleep in his dining-room armchair, with a blanket over his legs and his favorite book open in his…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Opening the door quietly, I slipped in without switching on the light. From the entrance hall, I could see the dining room…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón