The Seventh Horse and Other Tales Quotes

“Do you believe, she went on, that the past dies?

Yes, said Margaret. Yes, if the present cuts its throat.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“This is a love letter to a nightmare.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“I am so sad, Eleanor, so sad that my body has become transparent, I've shed so many tears. Is it possible to dissolve into water without leaving a trace?”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“Anyway, Art [making] is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds, isn't that so, dear lady?”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“The long tentacles of vision and understanding have withdrawn and all that is left to me is the ragged black hole of my loss. Loss and the world around. A noisy puzzle whose solution is another puzzle noisier and more stupid. The circle widens toward nothing.

The answer is hiding somewhere, if I could only read.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“The skeleton was as happy as a madman whose straightjacket had been taken off. He felt liberated at being able to walk without flesh. The mosquitoes didn't bite him anymore. He didn't have to have his hair cut. He was neither hungry nor thirsty, hot nor cold. He was far from the lizard of love.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“On the outskirts of our sad savage town, I was overcome by a feeling of profound melancholy, though I fought it off by stuffing a large amount of jasmine essence up my nose.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“The King sat down and I noticed that a brood of small transparent roots grew from the soles of his feet. 'Yes, I am also errant. My roots can find no soil and this is why they are visible.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“Virginia returned home, followed by the cats. There, in the kitchen, she gave birth to seven little boars. Out of sentiment she kept the one most like Igname, and boiled the others for herself and the cats, as a funeral feast.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“El arte es una magia que hace que las horas se desvanezcan e incluso que los días se disuelvan en segundos.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales