Quote

The first lie of fiction is that the author gives some order to the chaos of life: chronological order, or whatever order the author chooses.

Isabel Allende

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Isabel Allende
Age: 82
Born: 1942
Born: August 2
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
City of the Kings
Isabel Allende Llona
Fiction
Lying
Whatever
Order
Chronological
Firsts
Chooses
First
Author
Giving
Chaos
Life
Gives

More quotes by Isabel Allende

Image
Humanity has this need to hear stories because they connect us with other people, they teach us about our own feelings. We feel less lonely when we see other people going through the same things, even if they're fictional characters.
Isabel Allende
Image
His lifetime was less than a fraction of a second in infinity. Or maybe he did not even exist maybe human beings, the planets, everything in Creation were a dream...an illusion. He smiled with humility when he remembered.
Isabel Allende
Image
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.
Isabel Allende
Image
That was a good time in my life, in spite of having the sensation of floating on a cloud, surrounded by both lies and things left unspoken. Occasionally I thought I glimpsed the truth, but soon found myself once again lost in a forest of ambiguities.
Isabel Allende
Image
There is no light without shadow, just as there is no happiness without pain.
Isabel Allende
Image
And I am not one of those women who trips twice over the same stone.
Isabel Allende
Image
Wishes and fears are illusions, Dil Bahadur, not realities. You must practice detachment.
Isabel Allende
Image
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.
Isabel Allende
Image
far away from my country I would be like those trees they chop down at Christmastime, those poor rootless pines that last a little while and then die.
Isabel Allende
Image
I feel that my life and therefore my writing accept the possibility of all the mystery. Everything we don't know everything that can possibly happen.
Isabel Allende
Image
I would like to be with my husband together sitting somewhere in a lonely place in the woods and take something, maybe some pills or something, a magic potion and die together.
Isabel Allende
Image
The one that came really easy was the Japanese lover, because he's like a ghost in the book. He's always in the background like a spirit, like a shadow, almost. There's a very delicate line there.
Isabel Allende
Image
In terrible moments, in moments of revolution, of war or repression, of illness or death, people react with incredible strength.
Isabel Allende
Image
She regretted nothing she had shared with her lover, nor was she ashamed of the fires that had changed her life just the opposite, she felt that they had tempered her, made her strong, given her pride in making decisions and paying the consequences for them.
Isabel Allende
Image
You only have what you give. It’s by spending yourself that you become rich.
Isabel Allende
Image
I try to let go of the intellect and just tell the story. I only read the page I have in front of me on the screen. Then when the whole story is told, I print it, wait a week and read it.
Isabel Allende
Image
We don't have an explanation for everything that happens. We don't control almost anything. And if we are not open to that mystery, life becomes so small.
Isabel Allende
Image
I learned very quickly that when you emigrate, you lose the crutches that have been your support you must begin from zero, because the past is erased with a single stroke and no one cares where you’re from or what you did before.
Isabel Allende
Image
I'm an expert. I can kill anybody and not be caught.
Isabel Allende
Image
She never imagined a scenario in which her love was not returned with the same depth of feeling, for to her it was impossible to believe that a love of such magnitude could have stunned only her. The most elementary logic and justice indicated that somewhere in the city he was suffering the same delicious torment.
Isabel Allende