Esperanza Rising Quotes

We are like the phoenix," said Abuelita. "Rising again, with a new life ahead of us.

Wait for the fruit to fall into your hand.

I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there?

The needle rocked awkwardly and at the end of her beginning rows, Isabel held up her work to show Esperanza. "Mine is all crooked!" Esperanza smiled and reached over and gently pulled the yarn, unraveling the uneven stitches. Then she looked into Isabel's trusting eyes and said, "Do not ever be afraid to start over.

Our Land is alive, Esperanza...This whole valley breathes and lives...He picked up a handful of earth and studied it. Did you know that when you lie down on the land, you can feel it breathe? That you can feel its heart beating.

Oh Esperanza!' said Isabel, jumping up and down and clapping.'I think my heart is dancing.

Es más rico el rico cuando empobrece que el pobre cuando enriquece. The rich person is richer when he becomes poor, than the poor person when he becomes rich.

Our Land is alive, Esperanza," -Esperanza Rising

Those with Spanish blood, who have the fairest complexions in the land, are the wealthiest.” Esperanza

Mama marry Tío Luis? Marry a goat?

Esperanza means hope in Spanish.

Do not ever be afraid to start over

We have little money and Hortensia, Alfonso, and Miguel are no longer our servants. We are indebted to them for our finances and our future. And that trunk of clothes for the poor? Esperanza, it is for us.

His touch was warm and Esperanza's heart skipped. She looked at her hand in his and felt the color rushing to her face. Surprised at her own blush, she pulled away from him. She stood and stared at the roses.

You can only feel the earth's heartbeat when you are still and quiet.

Esperanza leaned around the side of the truck. As they rounded a curve, it appeared as if the mountains pulled away from each other, like a curtain opening on stage, revealing the San Joaquin Valley beyond. Flat and spacious, it spread out like a blanket of patchwork fields. Esperanza could see no end to the plots of yellow, brown, and shades of green. The road finally leveled out on the valley floor, and she gazed back at the mountains from where they'd come. They looked like monstrous lions' paws resting at the edge of ridge.

We are like the phoenix,” said Abuelita.

As bad as things are , we have to keep trying .

The rich take care of the rich and the poor take care of those who have less than they have.

Esperanza lay in bed that night and listened to the others in the front room talk about the sweeps and the deportations.

Finally, the lawyer came to settle the estate. Mama,

The house is on fire!” Smoke

The talk began about bank loans and investments.

Tío Luis sat in Papa’s chair as if it were his own. And

Esperanza, that you,

My husband meant for us to live here.

Isabel never tired of Esperanza’s stories about her previous life. Esperanza

It is something the poor say.

Esperanza stared back at her in silence. The one thing she did understand was that she did not like Marta.

Esperanza! Wake up!” screamed Mama.

intimate

irritable.

La esperanza es escurridiza como el agua. Siempre encuentra la forma de entrar.

During grapes, you hate grapes. During potatoes, you hate potatoes. And during asparagus, you hate asparagus. I suppose that during peaches, you will hate peaches.” Isabel laughed. “No, I love peaches.

Hortensia set the tray down and brought a shawl and wrapped it protectively around Mama’s shoulders. Esperanza couldn’t remember a time when Hortensia had not taken care of them. She was a Zapotec Indian from Oaxaca, with a short, solid figure and blue-black hair in a braid down her back. Esperanza watched the two women look out into the dark and couldn’t help but think that Hortensia was almost the opposite of Mama.

as if it were in terrible pain. She stood up and spoke slowly and deliberately. “I have no desire to marry you, Luis, now or ever.

warm

We are like the phoenix,” said Abuelita. “Rising again, with a new life ahead of us.

It looked as if someone had taken a giant comb, dipped it in black paint, and gently swirled it across a huge canvas.

preguntó.

I choose to be happy. So which will you choose?

Toda esperanza es cierta hasta que se demuestra que es falsa. E incluso entonces, con ingenio, puede que no lo sea.

There is no rose without thorns

The rich take care of the rich and the poor take care of those who have less than they have

Abuelita said the rosehip contained the memories of the roses and that when you drank tea made from it, you took in all the beauty that the plant had known.

I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there?

The overripe sweetness now pervaded the air with each breath of wind.

Mama, Miguel is gone,

they

El Rancho de las Rosas.

La esperanza es un opiáceo, no un plan.

Aguántate tantito y la fruta caerá en tu mano.' he said. 'Wait a little while and the fruit will fall into your hand. You must be patient, Esperanza.

Here, we have two choices. To be together and miserable or to be together and happy... I choose to be happy. So which will you choose?

she be happy or grateful when she had never been more miserable in her life?

She looked into Isabel's trusting eyes and said, "Do not ever be afraid to start over.

Nunca supe distinguir qué me daba más miedo, si las pesadillas o la realidad. Supongo que eran las horas de vigilia. En los sueños, siempre cabía la esperanza de que fueran agradables.

Todos empezamos siendo luz y oscuridad a partes iguales. Me temo que piensas que tu fuerza reside en tu oscuridad. Pero la medida de un hombre no es el miedo que siembra en sus enemigos. Es la esperanza que concede a sus amigos.

Who is there?” called Esperanza through the door. “It is Señor Rodríguez. I have the papayas.” Esperanza opened the door. Marisol’s father stood before her, his hat in his hand. Beside him was a big box of papayas. “Your father ordered these from me for the fiesta today. I tried to deliver them to the kitchen but no one answered.” She stared at the man who had known Papa since he was a boy. Then she looked at the green papayas ripening to yellow. She knew why Papa had ordered them. Papaya, coconut, and lime salad was Esperanza’s favorite and Hortensia made it every year on her birthday. Her face crumbled. “Señor,” she said, choking back tears. “Have you not heard? My … my papa is dead.

RECUERDE LA FLOR DE LOTO Las grandes personas siempre se burlaban de los que se sienten más pequeños que ellos. Un león no se inmuta a la risa que viene de una hiena. Un gorila no se mueve de un plátano lanzado en ello por un mono. Un ruiseñor no para cantar su canción hermosa por la intrusión de un pájaro carpintero molesto. Siempre que usted debe dudar de su autoestima, recuerda la flor de loto. A pesar de que se sumerge a la vida de debajo del lodo, que no permite que la suciedad que lo rodea para afectar a su crecimiento o la belleza. Sé que la flor de loto siempre. No permita que cualquier negatividad o la fealdad en su entorno destruyan su confianza, afectan su crecimiento, o te hacen la pregunta de su autoestima. Es muy normal que uno de malezas feo no quiere estar solo. Recuerda esto siempre. si usted fuera feo, o simplemente tan pequeño como ellos sienten que son, entonces ellos no se sienten tan amargo y envidioso cada vez que se ven obligados a mirar hacia magníficamente Divina USTED ". SUZY KASSEM : filósofo, poeta de la Verdad

Permití que el miedo desplazará a mi esperanza. Permití que la guerra se convirtiera en mi y mis hombres me siguieron.

No he parado nunca se buscar la esperanza en el mundo. Esperaba que el mundo me proporcionara la salvación si tocaba los acordes correctos. Exigía que validara mi trabajo con solo ofrecerle el esfuerzo suficiente. Pero esa no es la naturaleza del mundo. Su naturaleza es consumir.

Health and sanity do not rise by erasing all moral lines, Key to psychological health is finding the right balance.

Takeover Twattery (The Sonnet) Oligarchs don't even care about the welfare of their employees, And you want them to care about social welfare! Keep dreaming! Oligarchs have no regard for the struggles of human life, And you think they'll transform the world! Keep dreaming! I thought Mark was bad for not treating facebook's health issues, But the chief twat makes Zuck look like an incompetent simpleton. Oligarchs are poster boys for regress, not crusaders for freedom, Better to have a CEO without answers than one who answers to none. However, like corrupt politicians, oligarchs are made by people, If anybody is to blame it's the morons who put them in pedestal. If you had the common sense to question your pavlovian attraction, Spoiled brats could never treat society as daddy's mine of emerald. Now more than ever it is imperative to ban large scale takeovers. Moreover, it is vital to legally shun the rise of billionaires.

Esperanza Impossible Sonnet 30 There is nothing free about your will, All of it is conditioned to the hilt. If you are to foster any original will, A lot of soil you've got to till. Perception is not observation, Perception is prediction. The brain doesn't care about observing, It only puts forward a self-serving illusion. Your will is but puppet to that illusion, Which means you are but a puppet to evolution. You do have the brain power to take control, But it'll take a lot of inconvenient self-correction. If you can do that, you shall rise as sapiens. Or you'll just end up as compost in nature's garden.

Brain, Heart and Empty Pocket (Hopeless Sonnet) Hope is rather important to me, so much so, I even named a title Esperanza Impossible. But my hope is not that of wishful inaction, my hope is a furnace of valiance untamable. It's more important to be the hope and help, than have the hope that help is on the way. No one is too helpless to lift themselves, all you need is a purpose to define your way. If this son of a factory worker could conquer the world with brain, heart and empty pocket, why do you succumb to fictitious despair, the greatest hopes are always hopeless! Rise, revolt and be the hope, take no defeat as your destiny. Till your world bathes in your light, be the hopeless warrior of incorruptibility.

La democracia le da a la humanidad lo que quiere, muchacho. La jerarquía le da a la humanidad lo que necesita: estructura y la esperanza de escapar de nuestra propia estupidez.

Sabes que creo que todos empezamos siendo luz y oscuridad a partes iguales. Me temo que piensas que tu fuerza reside en tu oscuridad. Pero la medida de un hombre no es el miedo que siembra en sus enemigos. Es la esperanza que concede a sus amigos.

Milkyway Messiah (The Sonnet) Yada yada hi dharmasya glanirbhavati bharata, Cada vez que los oprimidos claman esperanza, Siyasi hayvanlar ne zaman gelip nefret satarsa, Whenever morons 'n their yes men ruin armonia, Jab jab some jhandus rashtrabadka jhanda lehraye, När kärleken till lyx väger tyngre än socialt ansvar, Immer wenn das herz von gier überwältigt wird, When humility is trampled by megalomaniacal desire, Sempre que a bondade é dominada pelo intelecto, Quando la compassione è sopraffatta dall'indifferenza, Kapag tinanggap ang pagiging makasarili bilang batas, Whenever accountability is deemed as misdemeanor, Embracing affliction, from the dust 'n dirt of soil 'n street, You the Milkyway Messiah is to rise as the sentient shield.

Health and sanity do not rise by erasing all moral lines. Key to psychological health is finding the right balance.

La esperanza era como una flecha que nunca cesaba de perforarle el corazón.

Integration is Illumination (The Sonnet) Asato ma sad gamaya*, Benevolence is bismillah. Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya**, Mind is the mightiest menorah. Luz, lux, noor - light by any name, Brings the same illumination. And what is this mythical light, If not an act of collective ascension! Light is not the absence of darkness, Light is the absence of indifference. Darkness is symptom, coldness is the sickness, Once we treat coldness, we'll treat all darkness. I repeat, light by any name brings the same illumination. If not now, when will we put an end to this dehumanization! (*Let's rise from ignorance to truth. **Let's rise from darkness to light.)