Quotes from Pedro Páramo

“El día que te fuiste entendí que no te volvería a ver. Ibas teñida de rojo por el sol de la tarde, por el crepúsculo ensangrentado del cielo; Sonreías. Dejabas atrás un pueblo del que muchas veces me dijiste: ‘Lo quiero por ti; pero lo odio por todo lo demás, hasta por haber nacido en él’. Pensé: ‘No regresará jamás; no volverá nunca.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“-¿Ya murió? ¿Y de qué?
-No supe de qué. Tal vez de tristeza. Suspiraba mucho.
-Eso es malo. Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“La muerte no se reparte como si fuera un bien. Nadie anda en busca de tristezas.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“No one knows better than I do how far heaven is, but I also know all the shortcuts. The secret is to die, when you want to, and not when He proposes. Or else to force Him to take you before your time.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Qué haré ahora con mis labios sin su boca para llenarlos? ¿Qué haré de mis adoloridos labios?”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Aquello está sobre las brasas de la tierra, en la mera boca del infierno. Con decirle que muchos de los que allí se mueren al llegar al infierno regresan por su cobija.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“No existe ningún recuerdo por intenso que sea que no se apague...”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“ونحن هنا وحيدون تماماً. نموت من اجل التعرف ولو على قدر ضئيل من الحياة”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Vine a Comala porque me dijeron que acá vivía mi padre, un tal Pedro Páramo. Mi madre me lo dijo. Y yo le prometí que vendría a verlo en cuanto ella muriera. Le apreté sus manos en señal de que lo haría; pues ella estaba por morirse y yo en plan de prometerlo todo. «No dejes de ir a visitarlo -me recomendó-. Se llama de otro modo y de este otro. Estoy segura de que le dará gusto conocerte.» Entonces no pude hacer otra cosa sino decirle que así lo haría, y de tanto decírselo se lo seguí diciendo aun después que a mis manos les costó trabajo zafarse de sus manos muertas.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“The sky was filled with fat stars, swollen from the long night. The moon had risen briefly and then slipped out of sight. It was one of those sad moons that no one looks at or pays attention to. It had hung there a while, misshapen, not shedding any light, and then gone to hide behind the hills.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Oía de vez en cuando el sonido de las palabras, y notaba la diferencia. Porque las palabras que había oído hasta entonces, hasta entonces lo supe, no tenían ningún sonido, no sonaban; se sentían; pero sin sonido, como las que se oyen durante los sueños.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“You've been dreaming lies again, Susana.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Él creía conocerla. Y aun cuando no hubiera sido así, ¿acaso no era suficiente saber que era la criatura más querida por él sobre la tierra? Y que además, y esto era lo más importante, le serviría para irse de la vida alumbrándose con aquella imagen que borraría todos los demás recuerdos.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“La muerte no se reparte como si fuera un bien.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Esa noche volvieron a sucederse los sueños. ¿Por qué ese recordar intenso de tantas cosas? ¿Por qué no simplemente la muerte y no esa música tierna del pasado?”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“أريد إقناع نفسي بأنك طيب وأنك تتلقى هناك تقدير الجميع،إنما ليس كافيا أن تكون طيبا.الخطيئة ليست طيبة.وللقضاء عليها يجب أن تكون قاسيا وصارما
أريد أن أصدق أنهم جميعا مازالوا مؤمنين،إنما لست أنت من يحفظ لهم إيمانهم ،إنهم يحتفظون به بسبب الخرافة والخوف

السيد القسيس كونتلا”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Me gustas más en las noches, cuando estamos los dos en la misma almohada, bajo las sábanas, en la oscuridad”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“This town is filled with echoes. It's like they were trapped behind the walls, or beneath the cobblestones. When you walk you feel like someone's behind you, stepping in your footsteps.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“And though there were no children playing, no doves, no blue-shadowed roof tiles, I felt that the town was alive. And that if I heard only silence, it was because I was not accustomed to silence - maybe because my head was still filled with sounds and voices.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Sube o baja según se va o se viene.Para el que va, sube; para el que viene, baja.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“_وروحك؟أين تظنين أنها ذهبت؟

_لابد أنها تهيم على الأرض مثل أرواح كثيرة اخرى،تبحث عن أحياء ليصلوا من أجلها
ربما إنها تكرهني للمعاملة السيئة التي عاملتها بها،ولكن هذا لايقلقني لقد استرحت من عادتها الذميمة بالتأنيب.فقد كانت تملأ بالمرارة حتى القليل مما كنت آكله،وتجعل ليالي لا تطاق وهي تملؤها بأفكار مقلقة عن صور لمحكومين بالعذاب الأبدي وأشياء من هذا القبيل.وعندما رقدت لأموت،رجتني أن أنهض وأتابع جرجرة الحياة،وكأنها مامتزال تنتظر معجزة ماتنظف خطاياي.لكنني لم أكبد نفسي ولو مشقة المحاولة،وقلت لها: هنا انتهت الطريق.ما عادت لدي قوة للمزيد
وفتحت فمي لتخرج منه.ومضت.وأحسست بخيط الدم الذي كانت ترتبط به إلى قلبي وهو يسقط بين يدي .

دوروتيا”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Miraba caer las gotas iluminadas por los relámpagos, ya cada que respiraba suspiraba, y cada vez que pensaba, pensaba en ti”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“I am lying in the same bed where my mother died so long ago; on the same mattress,
beneath the same black wool coverlet she wrapped us in to sleep. I slept beside her, her
little girl, in the special place she made for me in her arms.
I think I can still feel the calm rhythm of her breathing; the palpitations and sighs that
soothed my sleep. . . . I think I feel the pain of her death. . . . But that isn't true.
Here I lie, flat on my back, hoping to forget my loneliness by remembering those times.
Because I am not here just for a while. And I am not in my mother's bed but in a black box
like the ones for burying the dead. Because I am dead.
I sense where I am, but I can think. . .”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

“Hay aire y sol, hay nubes. Allá arriba un cielo azul y detrás de él tal vez haya canciones; tal vez mejores voces...Hay esperanza, en suma. Hay esperanza para nosotros, contra nuestro pesar.”
― Juan Rulfo, quote from Pedro Páramo

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