Quotes from Guillermo del Toro

You think if you work hard enough, you can fix the precious things you've broken—rather than being careful with them in the first place.

Mortals don't understand life is not a book you close only after you read the last page. There is no last page in the Book of Life, for the last one is always the first page of another story.

Coffee—a barbaric drink. That poor, tortured bean. All that fermenting and husking and roasting and grinding. And what is tea? Tea is dried leaves rehydrated. Just add water, Mrs. Strickland. All living things need water.

Neeva looked at the puddle of Christ's tears on the floor. When the power of Jesus fails you, then you know you truly are shit out of luck

Rage is never blind. Rage is uniquely focused.

Every mundanity of life grows infinitely more precious in the face of impending death.

The only thing I'm certain of is that uncertainty is the hardest thing in life to endure.

I believe in man. I believe in mankind, as the worst and the best that has happened to this world.

In the medieval tradition, Beksinski seems to believe art to be a forewarning about the fragility of the flesh– whatever pleasures we know are doomed to perish– thus, his paintings manage to evoke at once the process of decay and the ongoing struggle for life. They hold within them a secret poetry, stained with blood and rust.

What you fought was a dead man, possessed by a disease.' - Setrakian 'What--like a pinche zombie?' - Gus 'Think more along the lines of a man with a black cape. Fangs. Funny accent. Now take away the cape and fangs. The funny accent. Take away anything funny about it.' - Setrakian

An absence of fear, Elisa realizes, can be mistaken for happiness, but it isn't the same thing. Not even close.

We're all made of stardust Mr. Strickland. Oxygen, hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen, and calcium. If some of us get our way and our Countries fire off their warheads, then we shall return to stardust. All of us. And what color will our stars be then? That is the question. A question you might ask yourself.

What is life, in the end, but a series of small victories and larger failures?

Sometimes the objects we hold dear give away who we are even more than the people we love.

Libraries don't keep secrets; they reveal them.

She realizes that, down here, hate has no purpose. Down here, you embrace your foes until they become your friends. Down here, you seek not to be one being, but all beings, and all at once, God and Chemosh and everything in between. The change in her isn't only mental. It's physical, of skin and muscle. Yes, she has arrived. She is full. She is perfect.

Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness…

If you believe that the natural world is good, then you must also accept its brutality.

We don't discover, we don't learn. We just remember things that we have forgotten…

Feet are what connect you to the ground, and when you are poor, none of that ground belongs to you.

Your heart is uncomplicated. It knows what it knows and acts accordingly. Greater wisdom is hard to find.

The proper term is "occultation." The moon occults the sun, casting a small shadow onto the surface of the earth. It is not a solar eclipse, but in fact an eclipse of the earth.

We're in three living groups, 'cause even after the world's ended some assholes still can't get along.

When the power of Jesus fails you, then you know you truly are shit out of luck.