Quotes from Laura Resau

I see that if you try to fit someone in a box, she might slip through the seams like water and become her own river.

Power is a tricky thing, mija. It can lift you up high on its wings and up into the sky where you feel invincible. But sometimes you forget the bigger thing that makes you fly. Without God, without love, you fall. You stop being grateful and humble, and you fall." pg. 230

Life is the ultimate artistic masterpiece, and it's up to you, the creator, to make it as wildly dazzling as possible.

Loneliness was tricky: a cup filled at one moment with freedom, and the next, with emptiness.

I move onward, through the colors and cheers and music, floating into my future, and it is a clear, open space that stretches wider that the sky and higher than the Andes.

Keep your eyes open, dear. Magic is around us all the time, but if we're not looking, we miss it." . . . "But, Gali, what if you're looking for magic, but you still can't find any?" "Why, then, you make your own magic, Coco.

And now, tonight, we're living through the bitter part, or maybe the painful, burning part. But more sweetness will come, sooner or later. Trust that it will.

Maybe that's what I need to do now, muster up everything that was ever vivísima about me and somehow find a way to stand tall.

Have you noticed that if you really want something, you can make it happen? But you need to be sure it's what you really want, because sometimes, when it comes true, you realize too late that it's not what you wanted. Not at all.

I didn't talk on the way back to the Hill of Dust. But the maestra did. The whole way, she murmured the sweetest, softest words in Mixteco, words from Grandfather that floated here and there like feathers.

A secret to happiness . . . Being part of the flow of wisdom, And understanding that all things in nature have their own form of consciousness.

The good guys are the ones who wander. The ones with the ocean spilling from their chests.

The thing about feeling hopeless is that it's hard to recall secrets to happiness, even if you've had hundreds of them memorized for years like multiplication facts.

Where do you want to live? Do you want to live free and poor and covered in flea welts? Or enslaved, with your own clean room and a shower with hot water? Who are you, Virginia? Who are you, really?