We are like the phoenix," said Abuelita. "Rising again, with a new life ahead of us. — Pam Muñoz Ryan Life Copy Share Image
What does the wind give? What does the wind take away? Where is the storehouse of the lost and found? — Pam Munoz Ryan Curiosity Copy Share Image
“Which is sharper? The hatchet that cuts down dreams? Or the scythe that clears a path for another?” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Dreams Copy Share Image
“Isabel never tired of Esperanza’s stories about her previous life. Esperanza” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Life Copy Share Image
“Those with Spanish blood, who have the fairest complexions in the land, are the wealthiest.” Esperanza” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Spanish Copy Share Image
“Esperanza stared back at her in silence. The one thing she did understand was that she did not like Marta.” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Silence Copy Share Image
“There it was again, the good and bad all rolled into a meatball.” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Good and bad Copy Share Image
...To which mystical land does an unfinished staircase lead? — Pam Munoz Ryan Adventure Copy Share Image
I don't impose any word count or number-of-hours quota on myself, or have any rules, except one: persistence. Nothing glamorous. No epiphanies.… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Epiphany Copy Share Image
A library is a temple unabridged with priceless treasure. Librarians are the majesties who loan the jewels of measure. They welcome to… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Book Copy Share Image
How many others were walking around and not even knowing that someone far away cared for them? Imagine all that love floating… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“I am poetry, surrounding the dreamer, Ever present, I capture the spirit, enslave the reluctant pen, and become the breath on the… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Dreamer Copy Share Image
I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Children Copy Share Image
“Esperanza lay in bed that night and listened to the others in the front room talk about the sweeps and the deportations.” — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
Our Land is alive, Esperanza...This whole valley breathes and lives...He picked up a handful of earth and studied it. Did you know… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Alive Copy Share Image
This is what you learned in college," the narrator tells you early on. "A man desires the satisfaction of his desire; a… — Pam Muñoz Ryan College Copy Share Image
The needle rocked awkwardly and at the end of her beginning rows, Isabel held up her work to show Esperanza. "Mine is… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“I also had a father, who had loved for a long time without being nearby. How many others were walking around and… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Father Copy Share Image
“As their shoulders touched, the riverboat was no longer earthbound. With only the two of them aboard, it lifted into the sky,… — Pam Muñoz Ryan River Copy Share Image
“The words he had written wiggled off the page and escaped from the drawer. The letters stacked themselves, one on top of… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Copy Share Image
“The words he had written wiggled off the page and escaped from the drawer. The letters stacked themselves, one on top of… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Language Copy Share Image
“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked at the doors of mansions...sat at the table of the baker...The shopkeeper… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Books Copy Share Image
“Pablo Neruda's poems tramped through the mud [with the fieldworker]...knocked at the doors of mansions...sat at the table of the baker...The shopkeeper… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Books Copy Share Image
“Esperanza leaned around the side of the truck. As they rounded a curve, it appeared as if the mountains pulled away from… — Pam Munoz Ryan Mexican american Copy Share Image
“Although he had changed his name, his history came with him, even to his writing. The rhythm of his rain-soaked childhood became… — Pam Muñoz Ryan Children Copy Share Image
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