Juan Rulfo

Illusion? That comes at a high cost. It cost me living more than I should have.

The death is not distributed as if it were a good. Nobody goes in search of sorrows.

Nothing can last forever, there is no memory so intense that it does not fade.

Each sigh is like a sip of life that one lets go of.

No one will ever hurt you, son. I am here to protect you. That's why I was born before you, and my bones hardened before yours.

I didn't feel like doing anything. Just living.

There is air and sun, there are clouds. Up there, a blue sky (...) There is hope, in short. There is hope for us, despite our sorrow.

And you and I and everyone know that time is heavier than the heaviest burden a man can bear.

It had been so many years since I lifted my face, that I forgot about the sky.

I used to believe that the heart could be directed here or there, as one wished, and that it could be controlled at will. But now I know that it's not, that it's not even yours.

I kept intact in my memory the environment in which I lived. The atmosphere in which my childhood developed, the air, the light, the color of the sky, the taste of the earth, that I kept. What memory gives me back are those sensations.

We either save ourselves together or drown separately.