Rosario Castellanos Quotes

No one is alone. No one.

la visión turbia como si sus entrañas estuvieran latiendo en medio de las cejas.

Su silencio le producía vergüenza, como si callar fuera burlarse de los otros. Y como un castigo inmediato crecía, junto a la vergüenza, una sensación de soledad. Teodoro era un hombre aparte, amordazado por un secreto.

El otro. Con el otro/la humanidad, el diálogo, la poesía, comienzan.

Veneration of our parents is seen in this light, not as an obligation difficult to fulfill, but rather as an easy inclination of our affection. We gratefully remember what we owe them: our existence, thanks to the love they expressed to one another, the care with which they watched our growth; and the gentleness and skill with which they guided us toward independence, responsibility, and the ability to make wise choices.

The word "love" is used far too frequently and far too imprecisely. It moves heaven and earth, it illuminates the purest of pages, but oh, with what ease it is pressed into service to mask the most infamous of passions, the vilest selfishness, and even crime!

What the earth dreamt/is written in the tree.

Goodbye to the earth that danced around me.

What does one do when it comes time to die? Turn/one's face to the wall?/Grab the shoulders of the person who is closest, who listens?/Does one break into a run, like a man whose clothing/is on fire, and make a dash to the finish?

tenderness, the small familiar word/that fits exactly in my mouth.

Hechizada, contemplo el milagro de estar/como en el centro puro de un diamante.

ternura, la palabra pequeña, familiar/que cabía en mi boca.

El viento de las alturas huía graznando lúgubremente. Un sol desteñido, frío, asaeteaba aquella colina estéril.

don't drain the cup of joy in a single sip.

The wind fled into the heights, shrieking mournfully. A washed-out, cold sun shot its arrows down upon that barren hill.