Sandra Cisneros quotes

Because the world needs a lot more poetry and short stories and... fairy tales.

[xicanaspice-deactivated20220712]

“I have a similar wound inside my heart right now. Just as tender and raw, except I have no ointment to salve it. I think it requires poetry. Maybe all pain in the world requires poetry. Write two poems and call me in the morning. That’s my prescription for you today, world, and for me.”

— Sandra Cisneros

[anythang4selenas]

I do want to inherit the witch in my women ancestors-the willfullness, the passion, ay, the passion where all good art comes from as women, the perseverance, the survivor skills, the courage, the strength of las mujeres bravas, peleoneras, necias, berrinchudas. I want to be una brava, peleonera, necia, berrinchuda. I want to be bad if bad means I must go against society- el Papá, el Papá, the boyfriend, lover, husband, girlfriends, comadres-and listen to my own heart, that incredible witch’s broom that will take me where I need to go.

-Sandra Cisneros: A House of my Own; I Can Live Sola and I Love to Work-pg. 138 (via anythang4selenas)

[lifeinpoetry]

How come nobody told me an aria, a piece of stained glass, a painting, a sunset can be God too?

Sandra Cisneros, from “Tenemos Layaway, or, How I Became an Art Collector,” A House of My Own: Stories From My Life (via lifeinpoetry)

[lifeinpoetry]

I do want to create art beyond rage. Rage is a place to begin, but not end. I’m not as wise as my work, but I know if I take the writing deep enough, something larger and greater than myself will flash forth and illuminate me, heal me. I do want to devour my demons—despair, grief, shame, fear—and use them to nourish my art. Otherwise they’ll devour me.

Sandra Cisneros, from “I Can Live Sola and I Love to Work,” A House of My Own: Stories From My Life (via lifeinpoetry)

[sandracisnerosfans]

Love resuscitates the living dead, don't you think? For others, it's laughter. For writers, the pen is our savior. For some the needle, I suppose, or the bottle, or perhaps that rare elixir: poetry. I don't know how it is for others, for those without words, I mean. I can only imagine. For me, there are writers like you, who remind me why I write.

Sandra Cisneros, A House of My Own

[sandracisnerosfans]

I think, when I look at you, how did you do it, remain human, after everything? What is left after so many goodbyes, after everything? After much pain, much fear? I'm not a writer in exile. I've never been exiled from anything, except maybe a bar or two.  I can't imagine being in exile.

Sandra Cisneros, Eduardo Galeano, A House of My Own

[shallowcoverage]

– John to the Apostles

Oh actually it’s Sandra Cisneros. Close enough.

From Loose Woman, 1994.

[underageandunderpaid]

"You’re in love with my mind. But sometimes, sweetheart, a woman needs a man who loves her ass."

Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman  (via underageandunderpaid)

[spic-english-deactivated2021050]

"It takes a long time for women to feel it’s alright to be chingona. To aspire to be a chingona!…You are saying, ‘This is my camino, this is my path and I’m gonna follow it, regardless of what culture says.’ I don’t think the church likes chingonas. I don’t think the state likes chingonas.! And fathers definitely do not like chingonas. And boyfriends don’t like chingonas. But, you know, I remain optimistic. I will meet a man who likes a chingona, one day. One day, my chingon will come."

-Sandra Cisneros (from HBO’s “The Latino List”)

[espaciosilustrados]

Valora las listas (1 punto)

Tiene marcadores y lápices de colores (2 puntos)

Le gusta Lisandro Aristimuño (5 puntos)

Sabe chiflar (13 puntos)

Lee más de lo que escribe (8 puntos)

Suma despacio (1 punto)

Tiene juguetes en la mesa de la sala (10 puntos)

Llora con canciones bellas (3 puntos)

[mario070]

El olor de alguien tostando café, el olor a tortillas de maíz calientes junto con el pat-pat de las manos de las mujeres haciéndolas, el ardor de los chiles cuando los asan en tu garganta y en tus ojos. Algunas veces un olor en la mañana, muy fresco y limpio que te pone triste. Y un olor en la noche cuando las estrellas se abren blancas y suaves como un bolillo recién horneado. Cada año que cruzo la frontera, es lo mismo: mi mente olvida. Pero mi cuerpo siempre recuerda.

Caramelo - Sandra Cisneros (via mario070)

[jemjemandthefunkybunch]

Love. #women #quote #fierce #sandracisneros #mexican #genderroles

[sandracisnerosfans]

Everyone complains about marriage, but no one remembers to praise its wonderful extravagances, like sleeping next to a warm body, like sandwiching one's feet with somebody else's feet. To talk at night and share what has happened in a day. To put some order to one's thoughts. How could she not help but think - happiness.

-Caramelo, El otro lado, pg. 253

[sandracisnerosfans]

In other words, Regina was like the papaya slices she sold with lemon and a dash of chile; you could not help but want to take a little taste.

En otras palabras, Regina era como las rebanadas de papaya que ella vendía con limón y una pizca de chile; uno no podía menos que querer tomar una probadita. 

[sandracisnerosfans]

The prestigious list of nobodies was invited. The relatives and important acquaintances of Regina's commerce. People she wished to impress more than people who were close to Narciso. In fact, most of them hardly knew the guest of honor. But that never stopped anyone from attending a Mexican feast.

Se invito a una prestigiosa lista de don nadies. Los familiares y los conocidos importantes del comercio de Regina. Gente a la que deseada impresionar mas que gente allegada a Narciso. De hecho, la mayoría apenas conocía al invitado de honor. Pero eso nunca ha sido obstáculo para que alguien asista a un festín mexicano. 

[sandracisnerosfans]

The angry lion growl of the corrugated curtains when the shopkeepers roll them open each morning and the lazy lion roar at night when they pull them shut.

El rugido feroz de leon de las cortinas corrugadas cuando los tenderos las desenrollan cada mañana y el rugido perezoso de leon en la noche cuando las cierran.

[sandracisnerosfans]

That I don't remember forgetting until I remember it.