Noli Me Tangere Quotes

Walang mang-aalipin kung walang paaalipin.

Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am / And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

Walang maitutugon ang wika sa tanong ng pag-ibig buhat sa isang sulyap na kumikislap o palihim. Sa halip, sumasagot ang ngiti, ang halik, o ang bugtonghininga.

Noli me tangere, noli me legere, noli me videre, noli me

Why independence, if the slaves of today will be the tyrants of tomorrow?

Nalilimot ng bawat isa sa inyo na habang napag-iingatan ang isang bayan ang kaniyang wika, napag-iingatan din nito ang katibayan ng kaniyang paglaya, katulad ng pagpapanatili ng isang tao sa kaniyang kasarinlan, upang mapanatili niya ang kaniyang sariling paraan ng pag-iisip. Ang wika ang pag-iisip ng bayan.

Filipinos are not a reading people, and despite the compulsory course on the life and works of Rizal today, from the elementary to the university levels, it is accepted that the 'Noli me Tangere' and 'El Filibusterismo' are highly regarded but seldom read (if not totally ignored). Therefore one asks, how can unread novels exert any influence?

Napakatamis ng tubig at naiinom, bagaman lumulunod sa alak at serbesa at pumapatay sa apoy. Nagiging singaw ito kapag pinainitan; kapag naligalig, nagiging karagatan na minsan nang pumuksa sa sangkatauhan at yumanig sa dibdib ng mundo.

A lie among the stars Is a comfortable lie.

Ano sa makatwid ang isang Unibersidad? Isang institusyon para hindi matuto? Nagtitipon-tipon ba ang ilang tao sa ngalan ng kaalaman at pagtuturo para hadlangang matuto ang iba?

The glory of saving a country doesn't mean having to use the measures that contributed to its ruin!

Upang matawag na isang dakilang kritiko, wala nang hihigit pa sa pagpapamalas ng kawalang-kasiyahan sa lahat ng bagay.

Naglalaho sa loob ng klase ang mga hadlang na itinatayo ng politika upang hatiin ang mga lahi, natutunaw wari sa alab ng kaalaman at kabataan.

When a people holds onto its language, it holds onto a semblance of freedom, like a man who holds onto his independence when he retains his own way of thinking. Language is the thought of a people.

Rizal" is a compulsory course in school, but few teachers make Rizal's novels interesting. If students are taught to enjoy Rizal's works as literature instead of as a lodemine of 'patriotic' allusions I am sure they would not mind reading and rereading the 'Noli me Tangere'.

Kapag may mga uban na po akong tulad ng sa inyo at ginugunita ang nakaraan at makita kong gumawa ako alang-alang sa sarili lamang, hindi ginhawa ang magagawa't nararapat gawin ukol sa bayang nagbigay sa akin ng lahat, ukol sa mga mamamayang tumutulong sa aking mabuhay, kapag nagkagayon po, magiging tinik sa akin ang bawat uban, at sa halip na ikaliwalhati ko'y dapat kong ikahiya.

We must win when we deserve it, by elevating reason and the dignity of the individual, loving justice and the good and the great, even dying for it.

A revolution, woven in the dim light of mystery, has kept me from you. Another revolution will return me to your arms, bring me back to life.

Mga mamamayan din ang mga bumubuo ng gobyerno at sila ang higit na nakapag-aral.' 'Ngunit tulad po ng ibang tao, nagkakamali kaya hindi dapat maging bingi sa kuro-kuro ng iba.

Our forefathers were heroes. But why were they heroes? Because they fought for democracy. They fought for the life and liberty of the Filipino people. They fought for our independence, our freedom. They fought against tyranny, totalitarianism, and dictatorship. They fought for us and that is something we must be grateful for.

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, hélas, I may no more. The vain travail hath wearied me so sore, I am of them that farthest cometh behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore, Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, As well as I may spend his time in vain. And graven with diamonds in letters plain There is written, her fair neck round about: Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

Ang dalisay na hanging ito at ang mga batong itong napakalilinis ay mapupuno ng karbon, ng mga kahon at bariles, ng mga bunga ng sipag ng tao.

The God they preach about is pure invention, a trick. They're the first ones to not believe in Him!

Nasa isip ng lahat na ang gobyerno, bilang isang institusyong likha ng tao, ay nangangailangan ng tulong ng lahat, nangangailangan ito ng magpapakita at magpapaalam sa mga tunay na pangyayari.

Whoso List to Hunt Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, helas! I may no more. The vain travail hath worried me so sore, I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I by no means, my worried mind Draw from the deer; but as she fleeth afore Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, As well as I, may spend his time in vain; And graven in diamonds in letters plain There is written, her fair neck round about, "Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, And wild to hold, though I seem tame." Sir Thomas Wyatt

Pinag-uusapan siya ng lahat dahil mayaman... Bumabalik ang mga sundalo mula sa mga kampanya, may sakit at sugatan, ngunit walang dumadalaw sa kanila!

Ang poot walang nililikha kundi mga dambuhala, mga kasamaan, mga salarin. Tanging ang tunay na pag-ibig lamang ang nakakalikha ng mga bagay na tunay na kahanga-hanga.

Noli me tangere; for Caesar's I am.

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Ang mga henyong ipinapalagay ng mga karaniwang tao na nauna sa kanilang panahon ay nagmistulang gayon sapagkat tinatanaw ng mga humahatol mula sa malayo o napagkakamalang isang buong siglo ang buntot na tinatahak ng mga naiwanan.

When a people is denied light, home, freedom, justice, all the good things without which life is not possible, and which constitute man's patrimony, a person has the right to deal with the people who despoil him, like a thief who assaults us in the roadway. No qualifications, no exceptions.

Nawalan muli ng isang oras ang buhay ng bawat kabataan, saka isang bahagi ng kaniyang karangalan at paggalang sa sarili, at kapalit ang paglaki sa kalooban ng panghihina ng loob, ng paglalaho ng hilig sa pag-aaral, at pagdaramdam sa loob ng dibdib.

Would that I could die, reduce myself to nothing, leave a glorious name to my country, die in the cause of defending it against a foreign invasion and afterwards the sun will shine on my body like a permanent sentinel in these ocean rocks!

Ilang dantaon po mula ngayon, kapag naliwanagan at natubos na ang sangkatauhan, kapag wala nang mga lahi, kapag malaya na ang lahat ng mga bayan, kapag wala nang nang-aalipin at napaaalipin, mga kolonya at mga metropolis, kapag naghahari na ang iisang katarungan at ang bawat isa'y mamamayan na ng daigdig, tanging ang pagsampalataya po sa siyensiya ang malalabi. Magiging singkahulugan ng bulag na pagsamba ang patriyotismo at sinumang magmagaling na nagtataglay ng katangiang ito ay walang alinlangang ibibilanggo na tulad ng isang may nakahahawang sakit, isang manliligalig sa kaayusang lipunan.

Our ancestors wholeheartedly sacrificed their lives to fight against tyranny, and we are allowing that very same tyranny to exist! Let us open our eyes!

No tienes nada, no puedes tener ni retener nada, y he aquí lo que necesitas amar y saber. He aquí lo que corresponde a un saber de amor. Ama lo que se te escapa, ama a aquel que se va. Ama que se vaya

Where are the young who must dedicate their roseate hours, their illusions and enthusiasm to the good of the country? Where are they who must generously spill their blood to wash away so much shame, so many crimes, so much abomination? Pure and spotless must be the victim for the holocaust to be acceptable. Where are you, you children who must embody the vigor of life that has fled from your veins, the purity of ideas that has become in our minds and the fire of enthusiasm that has gone out in our hearts? We await you, Oh youth! Come, we await you!

Isa rin akong Espanyol, pero bago ang pagiging Espanyol ay tao ako at bago ang Espanya ay sa ibabaw ng Espanya ay ang kanyang dangal, ang matataas na prinsipyo ng moralidad, ang mga walang-hanggang prinsipyo ng hindi nagbabagong katarungan!

O, in the solitude of those mountains I feel free, free as the air, like a light blasting unharnessed through space. A thousand cities, a thousand palaces I would give just for a corner of the Philippines where far away from man I could feel truly free!

Men are like turtles; they are classified and valued according to their shells. In

The just and the worthy have to suffer in order to spread their ideas and let them be known. One has to shake and break the glass in order to scatter the perfume. One has to scratch the surface of the rock to release the light. There is something providential in the persecution of tyrants, Señor Simoun.

Mi ha dato invece l'impressione che la signora, in questo suo continuo darsi, volesse... è difficile spiegarmi... volesse perdersi..." "O piuttosto annullarsi?" "Ecco, annullarsi, si è il verbo giusto" "mi congratulo vivamente con lei, commissario. È un uomo molto sensibile e acuto" "Perchè mi dice questo?" "Perchè molti si sono fatti un'idea sbagliata di Laura

Non credo rivedrà mai più la sua amica Laura. E se mai la rivedrà non penso che sarà in grado di riconoscerla" "Ma lei è riuscito a capire se era almeno felice?" "Felice? Non saprei, forse non è la parola giusta. Era... in armonia, ecco. In armonia con se stessa. E col mondo

Because one does not write poetry in order to flatter and to lie. Well, they've called me a poet, but they'll never call me a fool.

Ang pagpapaumanhin ay hindi laging kabaitan, siya'y kasamaan pag naguudyok sa paniniil.

Lo sai perchè su di te soffia il ghibli? Perchè tu sei il deserto. Il vento fa scomparire le orme appena stampate sul tuo corpo. Non credere che queste mie parole siano dettate da rancore, gelosia o altro. Nascono solo dal bene che ti ho voluto. Ti auguro non che tu possa trovare la felicità, ma che nel tuo deserto possa accadere il miracolo di un'oasi. Addio, Laura

Yes, nitroglycerin,” Simoun repeated slowly, with a frigid smile, staring at the glass flask with delight. “It’s more than nitroglycerin, however. It’s a concentration of tears, compressed, hatred, injustices, offenses. This is the supreme arbiter of weakness, force against force, violence against violence . . . a moment ago I was hesitating, but then you arrived and convinced me. Tonight those most dangerous of tyrants who have hidden behind God and the state, whose abuses remain unpunished because no one can take them to task. Tonight, the Philippines will hear an explosion that will convert into rubble the infamous monument whose rottenness I helped bring about.

Mga kapatid, naaalala niyo po ba ang Mactan noong 1521? Naaalala niyo po ba ang Gomburza? Naaalala niyo po ba ang Noli Me Tangere at ang El Filibusterismo? Naaalala niyo po ba ang mga bayani ng Ikalawang Digmaang Pandaigdig? Naaalala niyo po ba si Ninoy Aquino? Naaalala niyo po ba ang EDSA? Naaalala niyo po ba ang mga kapatid nating nagdusa't namatay para sa ating henerasyon at para sa ating seguridad? Mga kapatid, ganito po ba natin ipapakita ang ating marubdob na pasasalamat sa kanila, hinahayaan po nating mamuno ang mga diktador at tirano?

Mary remained weeping for her friend Jesus who had been all the world to her, and whose death ad meant the loss of that world. With great courage to be alone, and great courage to love despite devastating loss, she struggled to carry on, hoping to find and rebury Jesus' missing body. Suddenly Jesus stood before her alive again, calling her name. She turned, reaching, and said "Rabbouni!" "Noli me tangere," he replied- "don't touch me." If the courage to be alone requires also the courage to love, the courage to love still does not overcome loneliness.

Noli me tangere, touch me not, do not try to touch me, says Jesus to Mary Magdalene, it is the third day of his death, don't touch me for I am no longer and I am not yet, I am no longer living, I have not yet 'ascended to my father', I am dead, still dead, don't go and touch death: this is impossible. I have been stricken with intangibility. Yet there he is. Only with her hands does she not touch him. With her eyes she touches and he is touched. What if she couldn't see him? She would touch him with her ears, with her voice, with silence. There are so many ways of touching without touching, without touching be touched, to be in the continuity of the real.

I am a hero! Are you?" - Chris

Chris. What do you want, child?" I sighed and walked another three steps forward. I stared into his eyes and spoke the one word that terrified him, "Democracy.

She was attractive because she was young, because she had nice eyes, a pretty nose, and a small mouth, and because her features were harmonious and enlivened by a sweet expression; but she was not a beauty to strike the eye at first glance; she was like a flower in the fields, pale and without noticeable fragrance, which is carelessly stepped underfoot, and whose beauty can be appreciated only after a careful examination, one of those nameless flowers of almost imperceptible perfume.

The Government does not plan a better future; it is only an arm, the convent is the head. Because of the inertia with which it allows itself to be dragged from failure to failure, it becomes a shadow, loses its identity, and, weak and incapable, entrusts everything to selfish interest.

Twenty years is more than enough to know a town, and no one can convince me otherwise. San Diego had six thousand souls, and I knew all the townspeople as if I myself had given birth to them and I myself had nursed them. I knew on which foot this one limped, and which shoe was too tight for that one, who was courting which young woman.

Recorded in the history of human suffering are cancers of such malignant character that even minor contact aggravates them, engendering overwhelming pain. How often, in the midst of modern civilizations have I wanted to bring you into the discussion, sometimes to recall these memories, sometimes to compare you to other countries, so often that your beloved image became to me like a social cancer. Therefore, because I desire your good health, which is indeed all of ours, and because I seek better stewardship for you, I will do with you what the ancients did with their infirmed: they placed them on the steps of their temples so that each in his own way could invoke a divinity that might offer a cure. With that in mind, I will try to reproduce your current condition faithfully, without prejudice; I will life the veil hiding your ills, and sacrifice everything to truth, even my own pride, since, as your son, I, too, suffer your defects and shortcomings.

The sword must yield to the toga, Cicero had told the Roman Senate, and the friars in the Philippines thought a cassock was as good as a toga. But

The hustle and bustle everywhere, so many carriages and cabs at a dash, Europeans, Chinese, and natives, each dressed after their own fashion, fruit pedlars, messengers, porters stripped to the waist, foodshops, inns, restaurants, shops, carts pulled by philosophical carabaos, the noise, the incessant movement, the sun itself, a certain smell, the riot of colours—he had almost forgotten what Manila was like.

Doray may be rather superstitious but she is a good Catholic, and I hate to destroy anyone’s faith. Pure intuitive faith differs as much from fanaticism as fire from smoke, or music from mere noise; those who confuse the two are like the deaf.

We mortals are, in general, like tortoises: we value and classify ourselves according to our shells;

And you, your religion created for a suffering multitude, have you forgotten your mission of consoling the oppressed in their misery, and humbling the hubris of power, and now render promises only to the rich, those who can pay?

Never forget that if wisdom is the patrimony of mankind, only those of great heart will inherit it,

They come here seeking gold. May you go to their country seeking a different kind of gold for our needs! But remember, all that glisters is not gold.

I assumed you knew . . . but you must be brave. In the Philippines you are not considered to be honorable unless you have been to jail.

Native gods, called anitos, were often not abandoned, but instead were transformed into saints and were often venerated in small chapels attached to private homes.

In the Philippines, however, well removed from Spain, the friars continued their domination of both secular and religious life. This long-term influence was more political than cultural or linguistic, but in the strictest sense secular power in the colony was subordinate, and the effect of such control was that civil government was subordinated to a “friarocracy.

Why can’t we be like that frail stem, laden with roses and rose-buds?” the philosopher said, pointing at a beautiful rosebush. “The wind blows, it shakes, and it bends, as if it were trying to protect its precious charge. If the stem were to remain upright, it would break, the wind would scatter the flowers, and the buds would rot. The wind passes by and the stem straightens anew, proud of its treasures. Who would accuse it of folding in the face of such need? Look over there, at that giant kupang,170 whose high leaves sway majestically, up where the eagle makes his nest. I brought it from the forest when it was still a fragile cutting, with thin bamboo poles supporting its trunk for months. Had I brought it here when it was large and full of life, it would certainly not have survived. The wind would have shaken it before its roots could sink into the earth, before it could establish itself in its surroundings and develop the nourishment it needed for its size and stature. That’s how you’ll end up, a plant transplanted from Europe to this rocky soil, if you don’t find support and develop humility. You are alone, highborn, in terrible conditions. The ground shakes, the sky portends a storm, and the tree canopy of your family attracts lightning. To fight against everything that exists today is not

No one really loves the naked truth,” the old man replied. “It’s fine in theory, practical only in the dreams of youth. There is the schoolmaster, who shook things up in a vacuum, the heart of a child who only wanted to do good and ended up mocked and laughed at. You told me you are a stranger in your own land,

No one really loves the naked truth,” the old man replied. “It’s fine in theory, practical only in the dreams of youth. There is the schoolmaster, who shook things up in a vacuum, the heart of a child who only wanted to do good and ended up mocked and laughed at. You told me you are a stranger in your own land, and I can believe it. From the moment you arrived, you began to wound the pride of a priest who the people believe is a saint and whose peers consider wise. May God grant that this development has not predicted your future. Don’t think that because Dominicans and Augustines look down on the twill cassock, the rope belt, and the indecent

No one really loves the naked truth,” the old man replied. “It’s fine in theory, practical only in the dreams of youth. There is the schoolmaster, who shook things up in a vacuum, the heart of a child who only wanted to do good and ended up mocked and laughed at. You told me you are a stranger in your own land, and I can believe it. From the moment you arrived, you began to wound the pride of a priest who the people believe is a saint and whose peers consider wise. May God grant that this development has not predicted your future. Don’t think that because Dominicans and Augustines look down on the twill cassock, the rope belt, and the indecent lack of shoes, because once upon a time a great doctor of Saint Thomas recorded that Pope Innocent III had labeled the statues of that order as more appropriate for pigs than for men, not all of them

Youth is lazy. What galvanizes it is our opposition.