Quotes About Esperanza

Ya lo sentirá más fuerte cuando lleguemos a Comala. 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.

In a plane again, Ashley thought sourly, her nose pressed to the window. Down below, glacier fought granite from horizon to horizon. This was the final leg of the two-day journey. Yesterday, they had flown the eight hundred miles from Buenos Aires to Esperanza, the Argentine army base on the tip on an Antarctic Peninsula. There, Ashley had her first taste of Antarctic air - like ice water poured into her lungs.

Volveré a ver al Unicornio? Eduarda aplastó el cigarrillo en el cenicero, sacudió con la mano el humo que aún flotaba en una casi invisible nubecilla, y dijo: —Los Unicornios nunca vuelven.

El semblante del hombre se deformó en la súbita pena. —Bueno, ándate. —Hasta pronto, mi esposo. —¿Qué dijiste? —Te digo esto, Remo. Esperame. Aunque tenga todos los millones del mundo, yo vuelvo. —Bueno... entonces adiós... pero dame un beso. —No, cuando vuelva... adiós, mi esposo.

Por su culpa, las ilusiones que hacen de la existencia algo más que una suma de rutinas, se me habían apagado. A ratos, me sentía un viejo.

Tal vez lo bueno de los abismos sea que se pueden hacer puentes para cruzarlos.

she was looking at the unborn secret of the Buena Esperanza Pass, she knew that this was oil drawn out of shale by some method men had considered impossible.

She watched the dark highway and entertained me with her vegetable-soup song, except that now there were people mixed in with the beans and potatoes: Dwayne Ray, Mattie, Esperanza, Lou Ann and all the rest. And me. I was the main ingredient.

Muero sin ver la aurora brillar sobre mi patria...!, Vosotros, que la habéis de ver, saludadla... ¡No os olvidéis de los que han caído durante la noche!

When he finished telling her about the kidnapping, Esperanza's first words were an incredulous, "Win has a mother?" "Yep." Pause. "There goes my spawned-from-a-satanic-egg theory.

Esperanza and Myron shared a yellow cab to the Chelsea Hotel on Twenty-third Street between Seventh and Eighth. The cab smelled like a Turkish whorehouse, which was an improvement over most.

So what does she think?" Esperanza asked again. "About what?" "About the prospects for peace in the Middle East," she snapped. "What do you think I mean? Your playing again.

Myron looked a question at Esperanza.

Esperanza gestured with her chin at a man with slicked-back hair oiling his way toward them. When he filled out his job application, Myron had little doubt that it read, Last Name: Trash. First Name: Euro. Myron checked the man's wake for slime tracks. Euro smiled with ferret teeth. "Poca, mi amor." "Anton

Esperanza entered the Parker Inn. The first thing that hit her was the smell—a pungent combination of dried vomit and body odor, only less olfactorily pleasing. She wrinkled her nose and continued inside. The floor was hardwood with lots of sawdust. The light was dingy, coming off the pool table ceiling fixtures that were supposed to look like imitation Tiffany lamps. The crowd was probably two-to-one men over women. Everyone was dressed—in a word—cheesy. Esperanza

Al detenerme extendía la mano y hacía un saludo en paso de minué. Siempre esperaba una propina sorprendente, y sabía inclinar la cabeza con respeto y desprecio. No importaba que ellos no sospecharan todo lo superior que era yo.

Lo que ha ocurrido con los proletarios, [...], es un buen augurio para las mujeres cuando les llegue su 89.

I could meet her. Turn the charm on full blast." "And have her disrobe right in the station?" "You may have a point." Esperanza rolled her eyes without actually rolling her eyes. "I don't think she can help us anyway. The local force has had a lot of turnover since Rhys and Patrick were kidnapped." "I

When Myron looked at the reception desk—the place where Esperanza usually sat—he nearly jumped back. Big Cyndi sat silently watching him. She was far too big for the desk—far too big for the building, really—and the desk actually teetered on her knees. Her makeup would be labeled "too garish" by members of Kiss. Her hair was short and seaweed green. The T-shirt she wore had the sleeves ripped off, revealing biceps the size of basketballs. Myron

When Myron got settled again, Esperanza said, "I want to talk to you about something." "Shoot." "It's about my graduating law school." "Okay," Myron said, dragging out the word.

When Myron got back to the office, Esperanza was at the reception desk. "Where's Big Cyndi?" Myron asked. "Having lunch." The image of Fred Flintstone's car tipping over from the weight of his Bronto-ribs flashed in front of Myron's eyes.

An enormous bartender came over. He looked like the pullout centerfold for Leather Biker Monthly. Extra big and extra scary. He had long hair, a long scar, and tattoos of snakes slithering up both arms. He shot the two men a glare and—poof—they were gone. Like the glare had evaporated them. Then he turned his eyes toward Esperanza. She met the glare and gave him one back. Neither backed down.

Detrás de este triste espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas, de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

Para muchos, una existencia de agonía es mejor que ninguna existencia