Jose Marti Quotes

Day and night I always dream with open eyes.

The first duty of a man is to think for himself

A child who does not think about what happens around him and is content with living without wondering whether he lives honestly is like a man who lives from a scoundrel's work and is on the road to being a scoundrel.

Todo es hermoso y constante, Todo es música y razón, Y todo, como el diamante, Antes que luz es carbón.

But love, like the sun that it is, sets afire and melts everything. what greed and privilege to build up over whole centuries the indignation of a pious spirit, with its natural following of oppressed souls, will cast down with a single shove.

Books console us, calm us, prepare us, enrich us and redeem us.

Others go to bed with their mistresses; I with my ideas.

A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

Man has to suffer. When he has no real afflictions, he invents some.

The truthe wakes up once and never dies.

Vivi dentro del monstro y conozco sus entranas

Los Pueblos tienen los Gobiernos que se merecen.

Every human being has within him an ideal man, just as every piece of marble contains in a rough state a statue as beautiful as the one that Praxiteles the Greek made of the god Apollo.

Yo he visto en la noche oscura llover sobre mi cabeza los rayos de lumbra pura de la divina belleza.

In this world, there must be a certain degree of honor just as there must be a certain amount of light. When there are many men without honor, there will always be some others who bear in themselves the honor of many men.

Life on earth is hand-to-hand mortal combat . . . between the law of love and the law of hate.

54. The children of the Spanish lion, said Ruben Dario, a born optimist. The children of Walt Whitman, Jose Marti, and Violeta Parra; torn apart, forgotten, in mass graves, at the bottom of the sea, the Trojan destiny of their mingled bones terrifying the survivors.

Man can never be more perfect than the sun. The sun burns us with the same light that warms us. The sun has spots (stains). The ungrateful only talk about the spots (stains). The grateful talk about the light.

Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other Is fed with the necessity of seeing each other It is concluded with the impossibility of separation.

Mucho, señora, daría Por tender sobre tu espalda Tu cabellera bravía, Tu cabellera de gualda: Despacio la tendería, Callado la besaría. Por sobre la oreja fina Baja lujoso el cabello, Lo mismo que una cortina Que se levanta hacia el cuello. La oreja es obra divina De porcelana de China. Mucho, señora, te diera Por desenredar el nudo De tu roja cabellera Sobre tu cuello desnudo: Muy despacio la esparciera, Hilo por hilo la abriera

One particular aspect of the civic republican tradition that obviously caught Mr. Zapatero’s attention was the eyeball test to which Pettit had drawn attention in his book (1997, 166; see also chapter 2 in this volume). According to this test you enjoy freedom in relation to others—to a particular other or to others as represented in a group or in a government—only insofar as you can look them in the eye, without fear or deference, with a shared consciousness of this equal status.

Indeed, people never truly forgive those they've once been forced to admire.

Lucía, letting out a scream, collapsed into Ana's arms, feeling her comforting kiss.

Porque tengamos cerca de la muerte, un consuelo, Puerto Rico, mi patria, te reclama en su suelo, y por mi voz herida, se conduce hasta tí! Because near to death we will have one consolation, Puerto Rico, my homeland, clamors for you on its soil, and through my wounded voice, conveys itself to you! (A José Marti / To José Marti)

que voy de nuevo entre las calles, entre orichas, entre el calor oscuro y corpulento, entre los colegiales que declaman Martí, entre los automóviles, entre los nichos, entre mamparas, entre la Plaza del pueblo, entre los negros, entre guardacantones, entre los parques, entre la ciudad vieja, entre el viejo viejo Cerro, entre mi Catedral, entre mi puerto aquí vuelvo a decír: amor, ciudad atribuída (de "Amor, Ciudad Atribuída")

Yet God does exist in the idea of good, which watches over the birth of every being and leaves in the soul embodied in that being one pure tear. Good is God, and the tear the source of eternal feeling.

God is weeping. And how the people weep when they make God weep!