HOUSE ON MANGO STREET QUOTES

By the time we got to Mango Street we were six – Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, my sister Nenny and me. (1.1)
FAMILY
Nenny is too young to be my friend. She’s just my sister and that was not my fault. You don’t pick your sisters, you just get them and sometimes they come like Nenny. (3.2)
FAMILY
My great-grandmother. I would’ve liked to have known her, a wild horse of a woman, so wild she wouldn’t marry. (4.3)
FAMILY
Nenny and I don’t look like sisters…not right away. But …we are more alike than you would know. Our laughter for example. (7.1)
FAMILY
Your abuelito is dead, Papa says early one morning in my room. Está muerto, and then as if he just heard the news himself, crumples like a coat and cries, my brave Papa cries. I have never seen my Papa cry and don’t know what to do. (22.1)
FAMILY
We didn’t always live on Mango Street. Before that we lived on Loomis on the third floor, and before that we lived on Keeler. Before Keeler it was Paulina, and before that I can’t remember. But what I remember most is moving a lot. (1.1)
HOME
I knew then I had to have a house. A real house. One I could point to. But this isn’t it. The house on Mango Street isn’t it. (1.11)
HOME
The house on Mango Street is ours, and we don’t have to pay rent to anybody, or share the yard with the people downstairs…But even so, it’s not the house we’d thought we’d get. (1.2)
HOME
Those who don’t know any better come into our neighborhood scared […] But we aren’t afraid. (12.1)
HOME
Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man’s house. Not a daddy’s. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories… Nobody’s garbage to pick up after. (43.1)
HOME
You want a friend, she says. Okay, I’ll be your friend. But only till next Tuesday. (4.3)
FRIENDSHIP
Someday I will have a best friend all my own. One I can tell my secrets to. One who will understand my jokes without my having to explain them. (3.4)
FRIENDSHIP
If you give me five dollars I will be your friend forever. That’s what the little one tells me.
FRIENDSHIP
My mama? You better not be saying that, Lucy Guerrero. You better not be talking like that…else you can say goodbye to being my friend forever. (16.30)
FRIENDSHIP
And anyway I don’t like carnivals. I went to be with you because you laugh on the tilt-a-whirl, you throw your head back and laugh. […] I like to be with you, Sally. You’re my friend. (39.2)
FRIENDSHIP
Alicia is young and smart and studies for the first time at the university. Two trains and a bus, because she doesn’t want to spend her whole life in a factory or behind a rolling pin. (14.2)
DREAMS & HOPES
They always told us that one day we would move into a house, a real house that would be ours for always so we wouldn’t have to move each year. […] This was the house Papa talked about when he held a lottery ticket and this was the house Mama dreamed up in the stories she told us before we went to bed. (1.4)
DREAMS & HOPES
Do you wish your feet would one day keep walking and take you far away from Mango Street […] There’d be no nosy neighbors watching, no motorcycles and cars, no sheets and towels and laundry. Only trees and more trees and plenty of blue sky.
DREAMS & HOPES
I am tired of looking at what we can’t have. When we win the lottery…Mama begins, and then I stop listening. (34.1)
DREAMS & HOPES
One day I’ll own my own house, but I won’t forget who I am or where I came from. Passing bums will ask, Can I come in? I’ll offer them the attic, ask them to stay, because I know how it is to be without a house. (34.3)
DREAMS & HOPES
In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting… It is the Mexican records my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving, songs like sobbing. (4.1)
IDENTITY
I would like to baptize myself under a new name, a name more like the real me, the one nobody sees. Esperanza as Lisandra or Maritza or Zeze the X. Yes. Something like Zeze the X will do. (4.6)
IDENTITY
All brown all around, we are safe. But watch us drive into a neighborhood of another color and our knees go shakity-shake and our car windows get rolled up tight and our eyes look straight. (12.3)
IDENTITY
You will always be Esperanza. You will always be Mango Street. You can’t erase what you know. You can’t forget who you are. (41.32)
IDENTITY
One day I will pack my bags of books and paper. One day I will say goodbye to Mango. I am too strong for her to keep me here forever. (44.6)
DREAMS & HOPES