“I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there?”
“I am poetry,surrounding the dreamer,Ever present,I capture the spirit,enslavethe reluctant pen,and becomethe breathon the writer's only road.”
“Oh Esperanza!' said Isabel, jumping up and down and clapping.'I think my heart is dancing.”
“You never have to get over it you just have to get on with it.”
“There is no rose without thorns.”
“Rose is not complete without the thorns.”
“What grows [from] the dark soil of disappointment?”