Antonio Machado QUOTES

1 " Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it. "

2 " Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea.

Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar. "

― Antonio Machado , Campos de Castilla

3 " Hope says: one day
you will see her, if you will only wait.
Despair says:
all you have left of her is your bitterness.
Beat, heart…The earth
has not swallowed everything. "

― Antonio Machado , Campos de Castilla

4 " I thought my fireplace dead
and stirred the ashes.
I burned my fingers. "

― Antonio Machado , Border of a Dream: Selected Poems

5 " Like an abandoned dog who cannot find
a smell or a track and roams
along the roads, with no road, like
the child who in a night of the fair

gets lost among the crowd,
and the air is dusty, and the candles
fluttering,--astounded, his heart

weighed down by music and by pain;
that’s how I am, drunk, sad by nature,
a mad and lunar guitarist, a poet,
and an ordinary man lost in dreams,
searching constantly for God among the mists. "

― Antonio Machado , Times Alone: Selected Poems

6 " While the burning fish is tracing his arc
near the cypress, beneath the highest blue of all,
and the blind boy flies away in the white stone,
and the ivory poem of the green cicada
beats and reverberates in the elm,
let us give honor to the Lord—
the black mark of his good hand—
who has arranged for silence in all this noise.

Honor to the god of distance and of absence,
ff the anchor in the sea—the open sea…
He frees us from the world—it’s everywhere—
he opens roads for us to walk on.

With our cup of darkness filled to the brim,
with our heart that always knows some hunger,
let us give honor to the Lord who created the zero
and carved our thought out of the block of faith. "

― Antonio Machado , Times Alone: Selected Poems

7 " I.
Don't trace out your profile--
forget your side view--
all that is outer stuff.

II.
Look for your other half
who walks always next to you
and tends to be who you aren't. "

― Antonio Machado

8 " Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled. "

― Antonio Machado

9 " When the I AM THAT I AM made nothing
And rested, which rest it certainly deserved,
Night now accompanied day, and man
Had his friend in the absence of the woman. "

― Antonio Machado , Times Alone: Selected Poems

10 " Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking. "

― Antonio Machado

11 " The eye you see is not an eye because you see it;
it is an eye because it sees you. "

― Antonio Machado , Times Alone: Selected Poems

12 " Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt --
O, marvelous error --
That there was a beehive here inside my heart
And the golden bees were making white combs
And sweet honey from all my failures. "

― Antonio Machado

13 " Dicen que el hombre no es hombre mientras no oye su nombre de labios de una mujer. "

― Antonio Machado

14 " Todo necio confunde valor y precio "

― Antonio Machado

15 " I thought my fire was out,
and stirred the ashes….
I burnt my fingers. "

― Antonio Machado , Times Alone: Selected Poems

16 " El ojo que ves no es ojo porque tú lo veas, es ojo porque te ve. "

― Antonio Machado , Antología Poética

17 " El hombre sólo es rico en hipocresía. "

― Antonio Machado , Poesías completas

18 " XXIX

Traveler, there is no path.
The path is made by walking.

Traveller, the path is your tracks
And nothing more.
Traveller, there is no path
The path is made by walking.
By walking you make a path
And turning, you look back
At a way you will never tread again
Traveller, there is no road
Only wakes in the sea. "

― Antonio Machado , Border of a Dream: Selected Poems

19 " Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart. "

― Antonio Machado

20 " Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't. "

― Antonio Machado

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