Juan Rulfo

Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

— Juan Rulfo

In my life there are many silences…In my writing, too.

— Juan Rulfo

Nothing can last forever; there is no memory, however intense, that does not fade.

— Juan Rulfo

It is a difficult thing to grow up knowing that the thing where we can hold on to take root is dead.

— Juan Rulfo

’I will get to the idea that I dreamed you,’ he said. Because the truth is that I've known you for a long time, but I like you more when I dream of you. Then I make of you what I want. Not like now that, as you see, we have not been able to do anything.

— Juan Rulfo

Learn this, son: in the new nest you have to leave an egg. When I aged you, you will learn to live, you will know that the children are leaving you, that they do not thank you for anything; They eat until your memory.

— Juan Rulfo

The living are those who are a shame. Don't you think so? The dead do not give war to anyone; but what is alive, they do not find how to mortify the lives of others. If they even kill each other to end the hearts of others. With that I tell you everything. On the other hand, we must not hate the dead. They are the great thing. Are good. The best beings on earth.

— Juan Rulfo