Quote by Juan Rulfo Download Open image ““Vivimos rompiendo nuestro mundo a cada rato...”” — Juan Rulfo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“—A mí me falla el cristianismo a cada rato, Nuria. Será que soy vasco y bruto, como mi padre, que en paz descanse; digo… — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
“Entonces no vuelvas a cruzarte en mi camino, criatura, porque no tendré más remedio que matarte la próxima vez” — Laura Gallego García Copy Share Image
“ A tristeza também encurta a visão, fecha-nos no nosso mundo, não conseguimos viver para lá dos nossos medos. ” — Margarida Rebelo Pinto Copy Share Image
“Valorarse a uno mismo es entender que si nos van a querer a ratos, por partes o según el clima, es mejor que guarden… — Ignacio Novo Copy Share Image
“The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
“What's taking you so long in the privy, son?" "Nothing, mama." "If you stay in there much longer, a snake will come and bite you" "Yes, mama." I was thinking of you, Susana of the green hills. Of when we used to fly kites in the windy season. We could hear the sounds of life from the town below; we… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share
“I am lying in the same bed where my mother died so long ago; on the same mattress, beneath the same black wool coverlet she wrapped us in to sleep. I slept beside her, her little girl, in the special place she made for me in her arms. I think I can still feel the calm rhythm of her breathing;… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share
“We live in a region where everything is given to us, thanks to Providence, but where everything is bitter.” — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
“Every morning at dawn the village trembles with the rumbling of the wagons. They come in from everywhere, loaded with saltpeter, with corn, with hay. The wheels creak and creak, rattling the windows and waking up the village. That's the hour when the ovens are opened and the air smells of new-baked bread.Suddenly it thunders, perhaps, and the rain falls.… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share
No one knows better than I do how far heaven is, but I also know all the shortcuts. The secret is to die, when… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last. — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the… — Juan Rulfo Copy Share Image
