Quotes by Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

The best dreams are the dreams we made come true for the world.

In the end, history proved the Jews correct. Across time and place, memory lives on the tenacity of a people’s resolve never to forget—not just with words—but with an endless stream of concrete actions rushing every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

Guess life is really a road marked by crossroads. Its not the long and winding stretches that will hurt you the most. Its the crossroads. You make a bad choice and its a tumble and a rumble before you get back on your feet again. But youll get back on your feet. Youll find yourself. And then youll be off to your next adventure (crossroads, I mean). In my case, I always had a safety net—my faith in God. But then, Im more like the millions of simple folk who travel this world.

To forgive, you must love the world and everything in it. Anything less is hypocrisy.

Today, you can pick your own news. At no time has the world been this compatible with apathy.

Reality is a construct. You are what you think you are.

I’ve always wondered why women are expected to deny their true age. Why? To be a woman of 50 and up is a badge of triumph—a hard-earned certificate that says you survived the shallowness, the violence, the meanness, and the caprice of a male-dominated society without losing your mind!

I once stood on a road and found I had no friends. And I was glad. Better to have no friends than to have people claim they were your friends when they were not. It is a source of strength to come to terms with your right to be alone.

I dream of a morning when Filipinos can wake up from the centuries-long sleep that took them from their past and denied them their destiny as a people.

Fathers are the futures keepers, as it was in the beginning when the only begotten Son became Father to Man and the Great Circle of Father to Son; Son to Father began.

In the end, class will out. So much talk about helping the poor. Its all words and class interest— in the end.

Not enough youths fighting windmills. And the old are fearful, jaded or dead. Do not ask me what to do. I am just as cowardly as you. And do not tell me it is enough to speak the truth; that it is bravery enough. Every mountain leveled to the ground, every forest burned, every man, woman, and child who lost their shanties to arsonist fires were defended to the heavens—with words.

Beware! Balance rules the cosmos. It is not concerned with good or bad. You can be struck by misfortune and be buried in grief if that is what it takes to restore the imbalance you have wrought unto the world.

There are places I cannot visit. Places of unbearable sadness, grief, mourning. They say places are made by people. I say places are defined by the memories they conjure—the lunge of a curse, a shared and shattered history, a loved one drowned and lost in the ocean of forgetting.

The battle for hearts and minds begins in the field of memory. And in that field, age has no limit.

You grieve at first. And then slowly, with the yawning of the years, the disappeared gets scraped from your memory, the way your flesh can be peeled from your limbs. Its very harsh and extremely painful. But it gets done, square inch-by-square inch. Until, the skin that is your memory gets completely scarred and numbed. You live. The disappeared is detached from the dermis of remembering. And that is what is known as moving on.

Kindness is fate’s currency for good fortune. And like all currencies, it is without value when faked.

Only two things in man’s consciousness defy discussion: faith and one’s marriage.

Faith is one of only two things in mankinds consciousness that defies discussion. The other is ones marriage.

Dont die famous. The things they will say you did and said would make you rise up in anger if you were alive.