“The war that killed my grandfather and great-uncles and thousands of other blacks is only a footnote in our history books.”
Cristina García“Writing is not just a process of creation. It is also a process of self-discovery”
Cristina Istrati“To question the world around us and all its complexities is not blasphamy, but simply using the mind God gave us for its intended purpous. God is an artist. Artist do not create to have someone just glance and say "That is pretty." Artist want viewers to look closer, deeper--to really see what they have created--not just glance.”
Cristina Marrero“As outsiders looking in, my readers and I must reform how we think so we may open ourselves to new forms of knowledge.”
Cristina Marrero“Maybe that's why life is so precious. No rewind or fast forward...just patience and faith.”
Cristina Marrero“We are not called to fight the battles of our fathers with a blind faith. We are called to examine their wars, and moreover, to discern whether their actions were sinful or just. Furthermore, we are called to decide whether to correct the errors of our fathers battles through either peace, war, or some combination of the two. We are not bonded to our fathers' fate, but rather called to build on their trespasses or triumphs for a better future.”
Cristina Marrero“We never know when our last day on earth will be. So, love with full sincerity, believe with true faith, and hope with all of your might. Better to have lived in truth and discovered life, than to have lived half heartedly and died long before you ever ceased breathing. ”
Cristina Marrero“He who asserts belief with absolute certainty knows nothing of faith and makes himself into a fool. He who is wise, upon realizing they have done this, recants and searches themselves for further enlightenment.”
Cristina Marrero“It is unusual,” said Cristina, “for a revolution to call for fewer rights for people, not more.”
Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows“I said I don't want to know," Kailani said firmly, her voice suddenly too loud. Cristina sat back into the bench, her eyes wide and disappointed. Then Ana started waving wildly, her small hand arcing for her mother's undivided attention, and, as Kailani watched in silence, the child slipped safely down the slide."Kailani to Cristina”
Siobhan Fallon, You Know When the Men Are Gone“The pianokeys are black and whitebut they sound like a million colors in your mind”
Maria Cristina Mena, The Collected Stories of Maria Cristina Mena