Guadalupe Quotes

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something about giving himself over to a woman was worse than having lunch with the devil...
Ana Castillo (So Far from God)
Prefería mantenerme el mayor tiempo posible en esa zona de incertidumbre en la que caben todas las posibilidades, a obtener una respuesta rotunda y negativa.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
Los peces son quizás los únicos animales domésticos que no hacen ruido. Pero estos me enseñaron que los gritos también pueden ser silenciosos.
Guadalupe Nettel (El matrimonio de los peces rojos)
And the pomegranates,/ like memories, are bittersweet/ as we huddle together,/ remembering just how good/ life used to be
Guadalupe Garcia McCall (Under the Mesquite)
«¿De qué estrellas caímos para encontrarnos aquí?»
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
I smile and say, thank you,' because the rudest thing you can do to a Mexican lady is refuse her food—might as well spit on a picture of La Virgen de Guadalupe or turn the TV off during Sábado Gigante.
Erika L. Sánchez (I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter)
Sometimes it's best to take things down and start all over again. It's the way of the world.
Guadalupe Garcia McCall (Under the Mesquite)
You must remain pure of heart on this journey... Be courageous but remember to also be noble and everything will be all right.
Guadalupe Garcia McCall (Summer of the Mariposas)
Never let negativity derail your journey as a writer. Use the energy for your own betterment.
Guadalupe Neri
There was a twofold awkwardness attached to Juan Diego’s attempts to have sex with the life-size Guadalupe doll—better said, the awkwardness of Juan Diego’s imagining he was having sex with the plastic virgin.
John Irving (Avenue of Mysteries)
If you want to worry about something, you ought to worry about how Guadalupe was looking at you. Like she’s still making up her mind about you. Guadalupe hasn’t decided about you,” the clairvoyant child had told him.
John Irving (Avenue of Mysteries)
yo pienso que llega un punto donde todas las madres nos damos cuenta de esto: tenemos a los hijos que tenemos, no a los que nos imaginábamos o a los que nos hubiera gustado tener, y es con ellos con quienes nos toca lidiar.
Guadalupe Nettel (La hija única)
¡Y yo me llamé la Diosa!
Guadalupe Amor
Vivir en el presente me resultaba ya una proeza, pensar en el futuro bastaba para que me sintiera asfixiada.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
When our mother is seen only as the one-dimensional Mary of modern times, instead of the great dual force of life and death, She is relegated to the same second-class status of most women in the world. She is without desires of Her own, selfless and sexless except for Her womb. She is the cook, the mistress, bearer and caretaker of children and men. Men call upon Her and carry Her love and magic to form a formidable fortress, a team of cannons to protect them against their enemies. But for a long, long time the wars that women have been left to wage on behalf of men, on behalf of the human race, have started much sooner, in the home, in front of the hearth, in the womb. We do what we must to protect and provide for our young our families, our tribes
Ana Castillo (Goddess of the Americas / La Diosa de Las Americas: Writings on the Virgin of Guadalupe)
But Lupe both genuinely worshiped Our Lady of Guadalupe and fiercely doubted her; Lupe’s doubt was borne by the child’s judgmental sense that Guadalupe had submitted to the Virgin Mary—that Guadalupe was complicitous in allowing Mother Mary to be in control.
John Irving (Avenue of Mysteries)
As a self-described Guadalupe girl, Lupe was sensitive to Guadalupe being overshadowed by the “Mary Monster.” Lupe not only meant that Mary was the most dominant of the Catholic Church’s “stable” of virgins; Lupe believed that the Virgin Mary was also “a domineering virgin.
John Irving (Avenue of Mysteries)
La quiero de una manera que no me deja alternativa: o asumo ese amor o la pierdo y me quedo por el resto de mis días reinventándola con otros nombres, otros rostros, otras latitudes, cambiando misterio por «sabiduría».
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
The shrine of Our Lady of Guadalupe is the most visited religious site in the Christian world, surpassing Lourdes, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, and St. Peter’s itself. People still go there by the millions every year in order to commune with La Virgen Morena, many journeying to her over many miles on their knees.
Robert Barron (Catholicism: A Journey to the Heart of the Faith)
Being Mexican... means being there for each other. It's togetherness, like a familia. We should be helping one another, cheering our friends on.
Guadalupe Garcia McCall (Under the Mesquite)
Carecer de un motivo para vivir no justifica que un hombre se abandone.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
E' vero che esiste il destino, ma c’è anche il libero arbitrio, e consiste nel modo in cui prendiamo le cose che ci tocca vivere
Guadalupe Nettel (La hija única)
Death is democratic. At the end, regardless of whether you are white, dark, rich or poor, we all end up as skeletons.
José Guadalupe Posada (Dia De Muertos: Mexican Horror Stories & Scary Folktales)
Consideraba que las personas inteligentes, aquellas con el valor necesario para enfrentarse a la realidad, no podían sino vivir apesadumbradas.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
soy Guadalupe Amor que antes de ser polvo será una hoguera de palabras.
Michael K. Schuessler (Pita Amor: La undécima musa (Spanish Edition))
Mexico surrendered. There were calls among Americans to take all of Mexico. The Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, signed February 1848, just took half. The Texas boundary was set at the Rio Grande; New Mexico and California were ceded. The United States paid Mexico $15 million, which led the Whig Intelligencer to conclude that “we take nothing by conquest. . . . Thank God.
Howard Zinn (A People's History of the United States: 1492 to Present)
Se me hace muy chistoso que el mesero, que se ve a leguas que es mexicano, sin embargo nos hable en inglés. Luego va y le pasa la orden obviamente en español a otro, también mexicano. Pero ambos, él y nosotros, seguimos la farsa y nos negamos a reconocernos. No sé ya quién esnobea a quién.
Guadalupe Loaeza (Compro, luego existo)
One of the great creations of Mexican Catholicism was the appearance of the Virgin of Guadalupe to a Mexican Indian, on the same hill where, before the Conquest, a pre-Hispanic goddess had been worshiped. Catholicism was able to take root in Mexico by transforming the ancient gods into the saints, virgins, and devils of the new religion. Nothing similar could occur in India with Muslim monotheism or Protestant Christianity, both of which saw the cult of images, of saints and virgins, as idolatry. The Christianity imported by the British was poor in rites and ceremonies, but full of moral and sexual rigidity. In other words: the exact opposite of popular Hinduism. Similarly, in Christian asceticism, the central concept is redemption; in India, it is liberation. These two words encompass opposite ideas of this world and the next, of the body and the soul.
Octavio Paz (In Light Of India)
No sé si estoy cumpliendo el objetivo de apegarme a los hechos pero ya no me importa. Las interpretaciones son del todo inevitables y, para serle franca, me niego a renunicar al inmenso placer que me produce hacerlas.
Guadalupe Nettel (The Body Where I Was Born)
Lupe was upset that the Japanese honeymooners were wearing surgical masks over their mouths and noses; she imagined the young Japanese couples were dying of some dread disease—she thought they’d come to Of the Roses to beg Our Lady of Guadalupe to save them. “But aren’t they contagious?” Lupe asked. “How many people have they infected between here and Japan?” How much of Juan Diego’s translation and Edward Bonshaw’s explanation to Lupe was lost in the crowd noise? The proclivity of the Japanese to be “precautionary,” to wear surgical masks to protect themselves from bad air or disease—well, it was unclear if Lupe ever understood what that was about.
John Irving (Avenue of Mysteries)
The Solitude Virgin, Lupe said, was “a white-faced pinhead in a fancy gown.” It further irked Lupe that Guadalupe got second-class treatment in the Basílica de Nuestra Señora de la Soledad; the Guadalupe altar was off to the left side of the center aisle—an unlit portrait of the dark-skinned virgin (not even a statue) was her sole recognition. And Our Lady of Guadalupe was indigenous; she was a native, an Indian; she was what Lupe meant by “one of us.
John Irving (Avenue of Mysteries)
All, whether believers or not, find something to love, and to love intensely, in the Virgin of Guadalupe. Against her in this land, no man blasphemes. She is the ideal, the light that shines above our strife and our incredulity.
Francis Johnston (Wonder of Guadalupe)
By the waters of baptism, the active European was entirely absorbed within the contemplation of the Indian. The faith that Europe imposed in the sixteenth century was, by virtue of the Guadalupe, embraced by the Indian. Catholicism has become an Indian religion. By the twenty-first century, the locus of the Catholic Church, by virtue of numbers, will be Latin America, by which time Catholicism itself will have assumed the aspect of the Virgin of Guadalupe. Brown skin.
Richard Rodríguez (Days of Obligation: An Argument With My Mexican Father)
Con ella aprendí que un obsesivo no es forzosamente alguien con las uñas pulcras y un peinado impecable, cuya casa se asemeja a una vitrina sino un ser tenso y casi siempre temeroso de que el caos tome por completo el control de su vida y la de sus seres queridos.
Guadalupe Nettel (The Body Where I Was Born)
Estar vivos es nuestro mayor miedo. No es la muerte nuestro mayor miedo, es arriesgarnos a vivir: correr el riesgo de estar vivos y de expresar realmente lo que somos. Hemos aprendido a vivir intentando satisfacer las exigencias de otras personas. Hemos aprendido a vivir según los puntos de vista de los demás por miedo a no ser aceptados y de no ser lo suficientemente bueno para otras personas.
Guadalupe Loaeza (Debo, luego sufro)
[Giant northern elephant seals] were presumed extinct as late as 1912 when a group of eight seals was spotted on Guadalupe Island in the South Pacific by a Smithsonian expedition, which shot seven of them! Fortunately they missed one and failed to spot a few others.
Stephen J. O'Brien (Tears of the Cheetah: The Genetic Secrets of Our Animal Ancestors)
baptized her into Christianity as Our Lady of Guadalupe. What they didn’t realize was that Tonantzin was a goddess who could take away sins through secret rituals performed by her priestesses—the brujería. The missionaries, basically, made it perfectly fine for Catholic Indians to go to Mass, but also visit a witch. My mother was a
Jodi Picoult (Vanishing Acts)
The Blessed Mother, bearer of the Logos Incarnate, had brought the logos to the warring, disillusioned, and defeated tribes of Mexico and had created out of this warring diversity one nation with a Messianic mission. Mexico was the "cosmic race." Our Lady of Guadalupe appeared as a mestiza, the mixture of European and Native American races. She was the cosmic symbol of the race mixing which the English had feared since the moment they had set foot on the soil of the New World. She was the symbol of Mexican identity. She was the symbol of Catholic race-mixing and the antithesis of England's (and later) America's and (still later) Germany's short-lived ideology of racial superiority.
E. Michael Jones (Ethnos Needs Logos: Why I Spent Three Days in Guadalajara Trying to Persuade David Duke to Become a Catholic)
With the Regional Office breathing down her neck... Corinne had wanted to keep the Drury case low-key, uncontroversial. since Craig's disappearance had set he alarm bells off, Anna was willing to be she'd change tactics, make a noisy show of taking command of the situation. For a while the name of the game at Guadalupe Mountains would be Cover Your Ass.
Nevada Barr (Track of the Cat (Anna Pigeon, #1))
The world could be standing still, and we'd all be just as dizzy.
Guadalupe Garcia McCall (Summer of the Mariposas)
«Seres imperfectos viviendo en un mundo imperfecto, estamos condenados a encontrar sólo migajas de felicidad.»
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
Como si al obsesivo capitán Ahab le anunciaran de pronto que la ballena ha encallado definitivamente y que no podrá perseguirla nunca más.
Guadalupe Nettel (El cuerpo en que nací)
Cuanto más queremos a una persona, más frágiles y más inseguros nos sentimos a causa de esta.
Guadalupe Nettel (La hija única)
Ninguna mujer que vuelve a casa después de parir a su primer hijo retoma su vida anterior, mucho
Guadalupe Nettel (La hija única)
el deseo es la emoción que más caracteriza a nuestra especie y es también el deseo lo que nos hace reencarnar como seres humanos.
Guadalupe Nettel (La hija única)
La convivencia es una de las aventuras más difíciles de sobrellevar.
Guadalupe Nettel (La hija única)
«Si no te vas de casa te sofocas, si te vas demasiado lejos te falta oxígeno», asegura Vivian Gornick con toda razón.
Guadalupe Nettel (La hija única)
No hay nada como un secreto familiar para propiciar la unidad entre los miembros.
Guadalupe Nettel (El matrimonio de los peces rojos)
El silencio, como la sal, es de una levedad sólo aparente: en realidad, si uno deja que el tiempo lo humedezca, empieza a pesar como una especie de yunque
Guadalupe Nettel (The Body Where I Was Born)
Leave it alone, mi amor. It's in the tree's nature to be stubborn. It's a survivor.
Guadalupe Garcia McCall (Under the Mesquite)
las almas, incluida la mía, se hacen débiles si uno deja de entrenarlas.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
La condición del enamoramiento es, según dicen, la incapacidad de ver,
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
En las promesas se cree o no. Las promesas se cumplen o no. Pero con las evidencias no hay quien pueda.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
En vez de acogerme como a alguien merecedor de ella, la ciudad me hacía víctima de su contundente rechazo.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
los libros acompañan. Encierran los pensamientos y las voces de otras personas que viven o han vivido en este mundo.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
Tom parecía cumplir la función de confidente para aquellos chicos que, a diferencia de él, sí contaban con una vida interesante.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
Cada nueva amistad, sobre todo cuando hay atracción de por medio, es un pasaje a una dimensión desconocida o por lo menos a parcelas de la realidad con las que no estamos familiarizados.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
Esperar a alguien, al menos de esa manera, equivale a cancelar la existencia de uno mismo, a hipotecarla por un tiempo condicional, a cambiarla por un absurdo subjuntivo. Obsesionarse con alguien que ha decidido no estar es regalar minutos, horas y días de nuestra vida a quien ni los ha pedido ni quiere tenerlos; es condenar esos mismos minutos, horas y días a la dimensión del tiempo perdido, de lo inservible; es desaprovechar la infinidad de posibilidades que ese tiempo nos ofrece y canjearla por la peor de las opciones: la frustración, el sufrimiento.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
What is more, as I mentioned before, I do not believe in love as a kind of spell, but I do believe in a series of pacts and mutual understandings, of shared amusements and of preferences.
Guadalupe Nettel (After the Winter)
It is easy, when we are young, to have ideals and to live according to them. What is more complicated is acting consistently over time, and in spite of the challenges life puts in our way.
Guadalupe Nettel (Still Born)
Quizás en eso radique la verdadera conservación de la especie, en perpetuar hasta la última generación de humanos la neurosis de nuestros antepasados, las heridas que nos vamos heredando como una segunda carga genética.
Guadalupe Nettel (The Body Where I Was Born)
Esa tendencia que tenemos las hijas a ver en los errores de nuestras madres el origen de todos nuestros problemas, y esa tendencia que tienen las madres a considerar nuestros defectos como la prueba de un posible fracaso.
Guadalupe Nettel (La hija única)
On December 9, 1531, the Blessed Virgin Mary appeared to an Indian named Juan Diego. A carpet of roses blossoming in the dead of winter and a Madonna with a coffee-colored face appearing on Juan Diego’s robe were enough further evidence to convince the local bishop to erect a shrine to Our Lady of Guadalupe. There are those who say Guadalupe is Tonantzin, an Aztec goddess who existed years before Juan Diego came along. The Spanish missionaries, knowing that she had quite a local following,
Jodi Picoult (Vanishing Acts)
But I’m scared. And I need company. This morning I drove past the Santa Teresa prison and I almost had a panic attack.” “Is it that bad?” “It’s like a dream,” said Guadalupe Roncal. “It looks like something alive.” “Alive?” “I don’t know how to explain it. More alive than an apartment building, for example. Much more alive. Don’t be shocked by what I’m about to say, but it looks like a woman who’s been hacked to pieces. Who’s been hacked to pieces but is still alive. And the prisoners are living inside this woman.
Roberto Bolaño (2666)
Ventana de un cuarto, abierta… ¡Cuánto aire por ella entraba! Y yo que en el cuarto estaba, a pesar que aire tenía, de asfixia casi moría; que este aire no me bastaba porque en mi mente llevaba la congoja y la aflicción de saber que me faltaba, la ventana en mi razón.
Guadalupe Amor (Poesía imprescindible)
In Charly Cruz’s garage there was a mural painted on one of the cement walls. The mural was six feet tall and maybe ten feet long and showed the Virgin of Guadalupe in the middle of a lush landscape of rivers and forests and gold mines and silver mines and oil rigs and giant cornfields and wheat fields and vast meadows where cattle grazed. The Virgin had her arms spread wide, as if offering all of these riches in exchange for nothing. But despite being drunk, Fate noticed right away there was something wrong about her face. One of the Virgin’s eyes was open and the other eye was closed.
Roberto Bolaño (2666)
My mother was a bruja, and I grew up watching her clients come for all sorts of spells—to guarantee healthy babies, to bless a new house, to keep a son from joining the armed forces. When she lit a red candle to Guadalupe and recited an Ave, Doña Tarano’s liver tumor miraculously shrank. When she prayed to Saint Catalina de Alejandría, a family on the brink of debt came into a windfall. Of course, brujas are also specialists in justice when someone’s wronged you. A curse from a bruja might punish a cheating husband, or unleash a rash on someone spreading gossip. People at the receiving end of a bruja’s curse understand that they have done something to deserve it; a hex only works on the guilty. My mother
Jodi Picoult (Vanishing Acts)
Concluí que con las emociones ocurre algo semejante: muy distintos tipos de sentimientos (a menudo simbióticos) se definen con la palabra «amor». Los enamoramientos muchas veces nacen también de forma imprevista, por generación espontánea. Una tarde sospechamos de su existencia por un escozor apenas perceptible, y al día siguiente nos damos cuenta de que ya se han instalado de una manera que, si no es definitiva, al menos lo parece.
Guadalupe Nettel (El matrimonio de los peces rojos)
He strove for the diapason, the great song that should embrace in itself a whole epoch, a complete era, the voice of an entire people, wherein all people should be included—they and their legends, their folk lore, their fightings, their loves and their lusts, their blunt, grim humour, their stoicism under stress, their adventures, their treasures found in a day and gambled in a night, their direct, crude speech, their generosity and cruelty, their heroism and bestiality, their religion and profanity, their self-sacrifice and obscenity—a true and fearless setting forth of a passing phase of history, un-compromising, sincere; each group in its proper environment; the valley, the plain, and the mountain; the ranch, the range, and the mine—all this, all the traits and types of every community from the Dakotas to the Mexicos, from Winnipeg to Guadalupe, gathered together, swept together, welded and riven together in one single, mighty song, the Song of the West.
Frank Norris (The Octopus: A California Story)
¿Qué diablos esperaba de la vida? La pregunta empezó a deslizarse como una sombra amenazante y a minar el frágil equilibrio de mis días. Me acosaba por las mañanas justo a la hora de despertar, estropeando cualquier comienzo. Aparecía de nuevo en el desayuno o más tarde, cuando me daba una ducha para aclararme las ideas. Se presentaba también en el autobús camino del instituto o al abrir la puerta del salón de clases. De haber tenido una respuesta convincente, quizás habría concentrado mis esfuerzos en la búsqueda de aquel objetivo. Pero no tenía ningún indicio, ni siquiera una intuición. La verdad, ahora lo veo claro, es que no esperaba nada.
Guadalupe Nettel (Después del invierno)
Watching a baby as it sleeps is to contemplate the fragility of all life. […] The death of a newborn is something so common it surprises no one and yet, how can we accept it when we have been so moved by its beauty? I watch this baby sleep, swaddled in its green sleepsuit, its head to one side on the little white pillow, and I wish fervently for it to carry on living, for nothing to disrupt its sleep or its life, for it to be shielded from all the dangers of the world, and for it to be overlooked by the destructive path of life's whirlwind of catastrophes, 'Nothing will happen to you while I'm here,' I promise, knowing, even as I say it, that I am lying, for deep down I am as helpless and vulnerable as this baby.
Guadalupe Nettel (Still Born)
En enero de ese año, en las proximidades del molino de un granjero suizo a orillas del Río Americano, un individuo de apellido Marshall había encontrado en el agua una escama de oro. Esa partícula amarilla, que desató la locura, fue descubierta nueve días después que terminó la guerra entre México y Estados Unidos con la firma del Tratado de Guadalupe Hidalgo. Cuando se regó la noticia, California ya no pertenecía a México. Antes que se supiera que ese territorio estaba sentado sobre un tesoro de nunca acabar, a nadie le importaba demasiado; para los americanos era región de indios y los pioneros preferían conquistar Oregón, donde creían que se daba mejor la agricultura. México lo consideraba un peladero de ladrones y no se dignó enviar sus tropas para defenderlo durante la guerra. Poco después Sam Brannan, editor de un periódico y predicador mormón enviado a propagar su fe, recorría las calles de San Francisco anunciando la nueva. Tal vez no le habrían creído, pues su fama era algo turbia —se rumoreaba que había dado mal uso al dinero de Dios y cuando la Iglesia mormona le exigió devolverlo, replicó que lo haría... contra un recibo firmado por Dios— pero respaldaba sus palabras con un frasco lleno de polvo de oro, que pasó de mano en mano enardeciendo a la gente. Al grito de ¡oro! ¡oro! tres de cada cuatro hombres abandonaron todo y partieron a los placeres. Hubo que cerrar la única escuela, porque no quedaron ni los niños.
Isabel Allende (Hija de la fortuna (Trilogía involuntaria, #1))
El debate de 1992 no fue distinto, salvo que no se enfocó en si los niños debían conocer “la verdad”, sino en definir e interpretar “la verdad”. En palabras del historiador más destacado en este ejercicio, Héctor Aguilar Camín, la cuestión era si “alguien ha evaluado el impacto profundo que estas consagraciones de la derrota y este recelo frente a las victorias dejan en la cultura cívica de los niños cuando aprenden las extrañas cosas que la historia patria les enseña”.8 Las cosas “extrañas” que se enseñan a los alumnos incluyen fechar la Independencia en 1810, cuando en realidad tuvo lugar en 1821; insistir, como lo hace la Iglesia ahora —antes no lo hacía—, que en 1576 la Virgen de Guadalupe fue avistada por Juan Diego, que le entregó un ramo de rosas, flores no endémicas de la región; o por presentar la Revolución de 1910 como una épica por “Tierra y Libertad”, cuando en realidad los campesinos de Morelos sólo querían sustituir al vicepresidente en turno y recuperar sus tierras.
Jorge Castañeda (Mañana o pasado: El misterio de los mexicanos (Vintage Espanol))
Do not be troubled or weighed down with grief. Do not fear any illness or vexation, anxiety or pain. Am I not here who am your Mother? Are you not under my shadow and protection? Am I not your fountain of life? Are you not in the folds of my mantle? In the crossing of my arms? Is there anything else you need?
Francis Johnston (Wonder of Guadalupe)
Almost everywhere the missionaries travelled, entire families would come running out of their dusty village, entreating them with signs to come and pour the water on their heads. Others would plead on their knees for the Sacrament to be administered there and then. When the numbers grew too numerous to cope with individually, the missionaries formed the men and women into two separate columns behind a cross-bearer. As they filed passed the first priest, he briefly imposed on each the Oil of Catechumens. Holding lighted candles and singing a hymn, they would then converge on a second priest who stood beside the baptismal font. While the Sacrament of Baptism was being administered, the columns would slowly wind back to the first priest, who anointed them with chrism. Then the husbands and wives joined hands, and, pronouncing their marriage vows together, received the Sacrament of Matrimony.
Francis Johnston (Wonder of Guadalupe)
These enduring attributes of the sacred image have caused more than one rationalist to bow before the supernatural evidence confronting him. In 1976 for instance, an agnostic architect named Ramirez Vasquez, who was entrusted with the design of the new Basilica, requested permission to study the sacred image. He examined it so thoroughly that he became a Catholic.
Francis Johnston (Wonder of Guadalupe)
Es hora de aullar, porque si nos dejamos llevar por los poderes que nos gobiernan, y no hacemos nada por contrarrestarlos, se puede decir que nos merecemos lo que tenemos”.
Guadalupe Loaeza (Leer o morir (Spanish Edition))
Por fin encontraba a un hombre que en vez de soportar un destino había elegido su vida”, escribió en su diario. Esta experiencia fue todo un descubrimiento, porque sus padres le habían repetido hasta el cansancio que las clases bajas no tenían moral.
Guadalupe Loaeza (Leer o morir (Spanish Edition))
No juzguen y no serán juzgados;No condenen y no serán condenados, perdonen y serán perdonados"... (LUCA 6:37).
Candelaria Guadalupe Domínguez Coronado (Soy judia: historia personal del holocausto judio)
Por que aunque juzgues algo justo, no te corresponde, ¡Perdonalos! y deja todo en manos del grande, que vive en los cielos.
Candelaria Guadalupe Domínguez Coronado (Soy judia: historia personal del holocausto judio)
La preeminencia de la Nueva España sobre la vieja España, en el sector clave de la riqueza en metales preciosos, en el siglo XVIII, asociada a la certidumbre carismática fundada sobre una nueva epifanía (la “encarnación” de la Virgen María en el Tepeyac), hicieron posible que el mexicano escapara de la mancha original de ser un “cristiano hecho a punta de lanza” y un “bárbaro” a los ojos del europeo “civilizado”.
Jacques Lafaye (Quetzalcóatl y Guadalupe. La formación de la conciencia nacional en México. Abismo de conceptos. Identidad, nación, mexicano (Spanish Edition))
Silence, like salt, only seems to be weightless. In reality, if one allows time to dampen it, it grows heavy as an anvil.
Guadalupe Nettel
The front hall doubled as an art gallery. The exhibition was a series of modern interpretations of the Virgin of Guadalupe. The Virgin as seamstress. The Virgin wearing boxing gloves. The Virgin working the drive-thru window at McDonald’s.
Mario Acevedo (X-Rated Bloodsuckers (Felix Gomez, #2))
Víctor Hugo, a ningún pueblo le gusta ser liberado por soldados, “a los pueblos no les gustan los misioneros armados”.
Guadalupe Loaeza (La Mariscala: Una gran historia de amor en la corte de Maximiliano y Carlota. (Spanish Edition))
Looking at her, I couldn't help but be surprised by how different she was from my mom, who, in the words of my dad, was incapable of accomplishing more than one task per day, like grocery shopping and organizing her papers, who always burned the casserole, left the sheets in the washer to mold, and the keys in the door. In short, a disaster. But an incredibly tender disaster to which I was of course deeply attached.
Guadalupe Nettel (Natural Histories: Stories)
Creyó que no debía vivir con miedo, tal vez su madre la abrazaría en un cielo inventado por las dos, bajo el abrigo de un Tamoanchan
Guadalupe Vera (La ceiba de Zyanya)
Si huyes del pasado, irremediablemente volverás, aunque sea en sueños.
Guadalupe Vera (La ceiba de Zyanya)
Ahí donde se anula la conciencia no podrás silenciar las voces afiladas, y el corazón querrá desgarrarte el pecho para escapar sin suerte
Guadalupe Vera (La ceiba de Zyanya)
El primer recuerdo que tengo de esa casa es de unas habitaciones oscuras, que al librarte de sus paredes y al enfrentarte a la luz, tus ojos se convertían en secretos adormecidos para acostumbrarte al día.-
Guadalupe Vera (Mariposas de humo)
posverdad: mala ciencia que da lugar a rumores, que más tarde se difunden por falta de chequeo de datos, apelación a las emociones, medias verdades y mentiras flagrantes que se repiten echando mano del argumento de autoridad y que, finalmente, llevan a muchos (¡incluso a médicos!) a tomar decisiones equivocadas
Guadalupe Nogués (Pensar con otros: una guía de supervivencia en tiempos de posverdad)
But there was something humbling about the trip to the orphanage, knowing all the kids who surrounded us had no one but each other and Mama Lupita, the woman who ran the organization. There were about eighty kids of all ages milling around in worn hand-me-down T-shirts with slogans and outdated video game characters. The orphanage had no running water or electricity, and since it was not state-owned, it relied solely on donations and the work of church groups like ours cycling through. Mama Lupita—Guadalupe Carmona was her real name—started the orphanage in 1986 when she took in four kids whose father couldn’t care for them after their mother died. My dad told me Mama Lupita also visited prisons to pray with people, and the women there often asked her to take in their kids, too. It just grew from there. We spent our week doing odd jobs to fix up the place, cooking meals to serve to the kids, and doing lots of babysitting. We all got so attached to the children that we kept walking into town to buy them stuff because we had it to give. There was a new baby who had been found in a dumpster and brought to the orphanage the morning we arrived. I pretty much decided it was my job to hold her. I distinctly remember worrying that I was going to confuse her by speaking English, so I called over to one of the smarter kids in youth group. “How do you say ‘I love you’ in Spanish?” I asked. “Te amo, Jessica,” he said with googly eyes, and laughed. I smiled back and turned my face to the baby. “Te amo,” I said, over and over again, meaning it. I wanted her to know she was loved. I wanted it to be a familiar feeling, so that when unconditional love came into her life, she would recognize it.
Jessica Simpson (Open Book)
Am I not here who am your mother? Are you not under my shadow and protection? Am I not your fountain of life? Are you not in the folds of my mantle, in the crossing of my arms? Is there anything else that you need?
Our Lady of Guadalupe to St. Juan Diego
Muchas veces, se observa que, si alguien ya tiene una postura sobre un tema, y esta postura está equivocada, tratar de corregirla dándole la información correcta no logra que cambie de opinión. Uno de los primeros trabajos en mostrar esto fue un experimento de 1994 en el que se les decía a las personas que en un depósito había habido un incendio causado por un cortocircuito que había ocurrido cerca de un armario que tenía latas de pintura. Poco después, se les informaba que, en realidad, el armario estaba vacío, corrigiendo así lo que se les había dicho antes. Al evaluarlos, los participantes recordaban y aceptaban la corrección —decían que al final no había latas de pintura—, pero si se les preguntaba por qué creían que había tanto humo, decían que era debido a que se estaba quemando la pintura. Respondían usando la información equivocada a pesar de recordar la correcta, posiblemente porque les permitía armar una narrativa en la que el humo era consecuencia de la pintura quemándose: preferimos tener explicaciones incorrectas antes que no tener explicaciones.
Guadalupe Nogués (Pensar con otros: una guía de supervivencia en tiempos de posverdad)
México nació como un país desunido, racista, clasista, desconfiado, resentido y egoísta, sepultado en una patética desigualdad, que después de siglos de fracasos propios y de invasiones, ya solo creía en la Virgen de Guadalupe,
Francisco Martín Moreno (El naufragio de México: 16 ensayos sobre el futuro del país (Spanish Edition))
Thus Juan as a child had loved her very deeply and had trusted her, and his father had told him that she was the one set aside especially to watch over Mexicans. When he saw German or Gringo children in the streets he knew that his Virgin didn’t give a damn about them because they were not Mexicans. When you add to this the fact that Juan did not believe in her with his mind and did with every sense, you have his attitude toward Our Lady of Guadalupe.
John Steinbeck (The Wayward Bus)
A special day,” he added, mentioning the saint whose feast day this was, San Judas—not the betrayer, but Saint Jude Thaddeus, the patron saint of lost causes, last resorts, long shots, and dead ends, and perhaps because of the hope his image offers to desperate people, a popular saint in Mexican hagiology—the Saint Jude chapel in Potosí was plastered with scribbled appeals, and offerings, and flaming racks of votive candles. Saint Jude is the second-most-popular saint in Mexico. The most venerated one is Our Lady of Guadalupe,
Paul Theroux (On The Plain Of Snakes: A Mexican Journey)
—Tías, tías. Ya sé por qué no follamos. Tenemos que hacer el ritual. —¿Qué ritual? —pregunto. —Apoyad vuestros chupitos. Quien no apoya, no folla. Sigue con su salmo. Esta vez mueve el chupito por la mesa. —Quien no recorre, no se corre. Después hace movimientos circulares. —Quien no gira, no se lo tira. Luego frota su chupito con los nuestros. —Quien no roza, no goza. Eleva el brazo. —Y por la Virgen de Guadalupe, si no me lo follo, al menos que me lo chupe.
Noemí Casquet (Zorras (Mujeres libres, #1))
No one from St. Guadalupe’s ever sits next to me on the bus. Nobody ever helps when a milk carton hits me in the head. And everyone seems to join in the laughter that involves me licking the school bus floor. I guess I don’t
Penn Brooks (A Diary of a Private School Kid (A Diary of a Private School Kid, #1))
Hay temas en los que contrarrestar desinformación, o mala información, con información correcta funciona. Y temas en los que no. Qué temas entran en qué categoría depende de nuestra identificación con los grupos respectivos, de cuán importantes o relevantes nos resultan esas posturas para nuestra visión de nosotros mismos. Si el fútbol no nos interesa en absoluto ni nos identificamos como de un cuadro en particular, si creemos que un equipo está mejor posicionado que otro y nos muestran evidencia de que es al revés, seremos capaces de actualizar nuestra creencia para que se alinee con la nueva información. Pero si el fútbol es uno de los aspectos centrales de nuestras vidas, si creemos que nuestro equipo es el mejor y llevamos los colores pintados en el corazón, etc., es mucho más difícil que las evidencias de lo que ocurre en la realidad modifiquen nuestra postura previa.
Guadalupe Nogués (Pensar con otros: una guía de supervivencia en tiempos de posverdad)
La edad regalaba un desparpajo que eliminaba lo accesorio y potenciaba lo esencial
Nacho Abad (Sé que estás viva (Guadalupe y Valentín, #2))