The Last Cuentista Quotes

The stories we tell ourselves make us who we are.

They’re not meant to be identical; they’re meant to complement one another. Differences make things beautiful as a whole.

Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.

Suma's eyes are still closed, and I can't tell if she's trying to forget, or to remember. Maybe stories are there to help us do both. I know stories can't always have happy endings. But if there are chances for us to do better, we have to say out loud the parts that hurt the most.

It's impossible for you to leave me. I'm part of you. You're taking me and my stories to a new planet and hundreds of years into the future. How lucky am I.

I know stories can’t always have happy endings. But if there are chances for us to do better, we have to say out loud the parts that hurt the most.

Equality’s good. But equality and sameness are two different things. Sometimes those who say things without really contemplating what it truly means … That dogma runs a thin line.

Books became our language. Books became our home. Books became our lives.

Y colorín Colorado, este cuento se ha acabado,” she says, ending her cuento.

Each story, each person is different. Messy sometimes. But colorful, mismatched, and beautiful.

How would he know? He’s never been to a museum and seen art from Cézanne to Savage. Basquiat to Kahlo. He’s never eaten in a universal commissary with choices from udon to bucatini, Irish stew to pepián. Just because someone says something over and over doesn’t make it true. And suddenly, after all this time, I truly understand what the word dogma means.

don’t

Esto es verdad, y no miento. Como me lo contaron, lo cuento.

If you don’t take a risk, you cannot cross the ocean.

People are afraid. Some will do things they never thought they were capable of. We’re in no position to judge anyone.

A storyteller, yes. It’s in your blood.” She leans in. “But just like me? No, mija. You need to discover who you are and be that.

Children are not meant to be separated from their parents.

...se acabó el cuento, se lo llevó el viento y se fue..por las estrellas adentro. ...this is the end of the story for me, the wind carried it off far away into the stars.

The stories we tell ourselves make us who we are