Isabel Allende Quotes

النساء القويات يعرّضن للخطر توازن العالم الذي يُفضّلُ الرجال ، لهذا يسعون إلى مضايقتهن وتدميرهن

Silencio antes de nacer, silencio después de la muerte, la vida es puro ruido entre dos insondables silencios.

Tenía la idea de que al poner nombre a los problemas, estos se materializan y ya no es posible ignorarlos; en cambio, si se mantienen en el limbo de las palabras no dichas, pueden desaparecer solos, con el transcurso del tiempo

الهواء العليل والعمل القاسي علاج صائب لحماقة الحب

She was considered timid and morose. Only in the country, her skin tanned by the sun and her belly full of ripe fruit, running through the fields with Pedro Tercero, was she smiling and happy. Her mother said that that was the real Blanca, and that the other one, the one back in the city, was a Blanca in hibernation.

He said that knowledge was of little use without wisdom, and that there was no wisdom without spirituality, and that true spirituality always included service to others. As he explained many times, the essence of a good physician consisted of a capacity for compassion and a sense of the ethical, without which qualities the sacred art of healing degenerated into simple charlatanism.

هكذا هو المنفى، يقذف بالناس مع الرياح الأربع ويصبح من الصعب بعد ذلك لمّ شمل المتفرقين.

Affection must be cultivated, Camilo; it has to be watered and tended like a plant,

After a few months without writing, months I've lived turned outward... I fear going deaf, not being able to hear the silence.

When I left Chile, after the military coup, I lost in one instant my family, my past, my home. I felt like a tree without roots, destined to dry up and die. For many years I was paralyzed by a kind of stupor and by nostalgia, but one day in January of 1981, I decided to recover what I had lost. I sat down to write the story of a family similar to mine, the story of a country that could be mine, a continent resembling Latin America... It was almost the act of a conjurer.

The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.

The Poet’s funeral had turned into the symbolic burial of freedom. (p441)

It is common knowledge that no man that women flock to boasts of his conquests. Those who do, lie.

There is a wonderful sentence, a statement, by one of Bertolt Brecht's characters, he says: "I am that man that goes around with a brick in his hand, to show the world how his house was." And that's the way I feel about my books in a way, that they are my bricks. I can show people what I believe my world was, so I've not lost it. (1990)

...when everything else fails, we communicate in the language of the stars