Pan's Labyrinth Book Quotes

Mortals don't understand life is not a book you close only after you read the last page. There is no last page in the Book of Life, for the last one is always the first page of another story.

Only books talked about all the things adults didn't want you to ask about--Life. Death. Good and Evil. And what else truly mattered in life.

The only piece of home Ofelia had been able to take with her were some of her books. She closed her fingers firmly around the one on her lap, caressing the cover. When she opened the book, the white pages were so bright against the shadows that filled the forest and the words they offered granted shelter and comfort. The letters were like footprints in the snow, a wide white landscape untouched by pain, unharmed by memories too dark to keep, too sweet to let go of.

When she opened the book, the white pages were so bright against the shadows that filled the forest and the words they offered granted shelter and comfort. The letters were like footprints in the snow, a wide white landscape untouched by pain, unharmed by memories too dark to keep, too sweet to let go of.

Where do we go in dreams if not to a universal library? Such a infinite library would be brain-lik, characterised by labyrinthine passages where firing synapses distantly crackle, mythic beings appear and vanish, all is limitless but obscurely connected: Pan’s Labyrinth meets The Master and Margarita.

That's what the books said, and didn't their tales feel so much truer than what adults pretended this world to be about? Only books talked about all the things adults didn't want you to ask about - Life. Death. Good and Evil. And what else truly mattered in life.