There is no light without shadow, just as there is no happiness without pain.— Isabel Allende
The most breathtaking Isabel Allende quotes that will transform you to a better person
Aphrodite is about lust and gluttony - the only two sins worth committing, in my opinion.
I can promise you that women working together - linked, informed and educated - can bring peace and prosperity to this forsaken planet.
For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words.
The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.
We all have an unsuspected reserve of strength inside that emerges when life puts us to the test.
Fear is inevitable, I have to accept that, but I cannot allow it to paralyze me.
There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,' my mother explained shortly before she left me. 'If you can remember me, I will be with you always.
Heart is what drives us and determines our fate.
We don't even know how strong we are until we are forced to bring that hidden strength forward.
You only have what you give. It’s by spending yourself that you become rich.
For real change, we need feminine energy in the management of the world.
We need a critical number of women in positions of power, and we need to nurture the feminine energy in men.
Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.
All stories interest me, and some haunt me until I end up writing them. Certain themes keep coming up: justice, loyalty, violence, death, political and social issues, freedom.
Show up, show up, show up, and after a while the muse shows up, too.
If she doesn’t show up invited, eventually she just shows up
Friendship is all about trust and sharing.
Passionate and romantic love is all about sex and emotions. You have to try to combine those, I think. The great marriages, the great couples I know, have both.
Accept the children the way we accept trees—with gratitude, because they are a blessing—but do not have expectations or desires. You don’t expect trees to change, you love them as they are.
...memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously.
We only have what we give.
You spend the first part of your life collecting things ... and the second half getting rid of them.
At the most difficult moments of my life, when it seemed that every door was closed to me, the taste of those apricots comes back to comfort me with the notion that abundance is always within reach, if only one knows how to find it.
I love fiction because in fiction you go into the thoughts of people, the little people, the people who were defeated, the poor, the women, the children that are never in history books.
The longer I live, the more uninformed I feel. Only the young have an explanation for everything.
I'm aware of the mystery around us, so I write about coincidences, premonitions, emotions, dreams, the power of nature, magic.
The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.
When you make an omelet, as when you make love, affection counts for more than technique.
if we don't begin by imagining the perfect society, how shall we create one?
In my lifetime, the world has become better, not worse.
And the world is moving, very slowly but surely with more democracy and more liberal way of thinking, more inclusion and more diversity.
We don't even know how strong we are until we are forced to bring that hidden strength forward. In times of tragedy, of war, of necessity, people do amazing things. The human capacity for survival and renewal is awesome.
As my Popo used to say, life is a tapestry we weave day by day with threads of different colors, some heavy and dark, others thin and bright, all the threads having their uses. The stupid things I did are already in the tapestry, indelible, but I’m not going to be weighed down by them till I die. What’s done is done; I have to look ahead.
Heart is what drives us and determines our fate.
That is what I need for my characters in my books: a passionate heart. I need mavericks, dissidents, adventurers, outsiders and rebels, who ask questions, bend the rules and take risks.
Peace requires everyone to be in the circle - wholeness, inclusion.
We need a global approach to this from all sides.
We need to educate people, we need the scientists to create new technologies, we need the engineers to create the networks, we need every human being to be aware of how precious water is and save it. Everybody has to be involved in a very firm and assertive way.
What I fear most is power with impunity. I fear abuse of power, and the power to abuse.
How can one not speak about war, poverty, and inequality when people who suffer from these afflictions don't have a voice to speak?
All stories interest me, and some haunt me until I end up writing them.
Feminism is dated? Yes, for privileged women like my daughter and all of us here today, but not for most of our sisters in the rest of the world who are still forced into premature marriage, prostitution, forced labor - they have children that they don't want or they cannot feed.
The source of my difficulties has always been the same: an inability to accept what to others seems natural, and an irresistible tendency to voice opinions no one wants to hear . . .
I was born in ancient times, at the end of the world, in a patriarchal Catholic and conservative family. No wonder that by age five I was a raging feminist - although the term had not reached Chile yet, so nobody knew what the heck was wrong with me.
My name is Eva, which means 'life,' according to a book of names my mother consulted. I was born in the back room of a shadowy house, and grew up amidst ancient furniture, books in Latin, and human mummies, but none of those things made me melancholy, because I came into the world with a breath of the jungle in my memory.
True friendship resists time, distance and silence.
My female protagonist will not be this promiscuous, beautiful, dark-haired, thin lady. It will be a plump, blond, healer and so forth.
I try desperately to conquer the transitory nature of my existence, to trap moments before they evenesce, to untangle the confusion of my past. Every instant disappears in a breath and immediately becomes the past; reality is ephemeral and changing, pure longing.
We live in an era where masses of people come and go across a hostile planet, desolate and violent. Refugees, emigrants, exiles, deportees. We are a tragic contingent.
I had a very rough childhood and not a happy one and by age 15 I was an old person in many ways. I knew that I had to take care of myself, I um and I always did.
I seek truth and beauty in the transparency of an autumn leaf, in the perfect form of a seashell on the beach, in the curve of a woman's back, in the texture of an ancient tree trunk, but also in the elusive forms of reality.
Conceit is a privilege of the ignorant; the wise man is humble because he knows how little he knows.
Giving women education, work, the ability to control their own income, inherit and own property, benefits the society. If a woman is empowered, her children and her family will be better off. If families prosper, the village prospers, and eventually so does the whole country.
They could not understand the advantage of living contrary to their inclinations in this world in order to enjoy a hypothetical well-being in another.
Affection is like the noonday sun; it does not need the presence of another to be manifest.
Nice people with common sense do not make interesting characters.
They only make good former spouses.
Memory is fiction. We select the brightest and the darkest, ignoring what we are ashamed of, and so embroider the broad tapestry of our lives.
She was considered timid and morose. Only in the country, her skin tanned by the sun and her belly full of ripe fruit, running through the fields with Pedro Tercero, was she smiling and happy. Her mother said that that was the real Blanca, and that the other one, the one back in the city, was a Blanca in hibernation.