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 mรกs; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrรกs se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.
Antonio MachadoI. 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 MachadoThose who deny the existence of the truth postulate the truth of their denial and plainly contradict themselves.
Antonio MachadoWherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.
Antonio MachadoWayfarer, the only way is your footsteps, there is no other. Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way- Only foam trails to the sea.
Antonio MachadoMankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.
Antonio MachadoThe truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.
Antonio MachadoAt the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.
Antonio MachadoCaminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. (Walk, there is no path, the path is made by walking.)
Antonio MachadoUnder all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits
Antonio MachadoI love Jesus, who said to us: Heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were one word: Wakeup.
Antonio MachadoI dreamt -- marvellous 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.
Antonio MachadoBeware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.
Antonio MachadoDeath is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.
Antonio MachadoAvoid pulpits, platforms, stages and pedestals. Keep to the hard ground. It is the only way you can judge your approximate status as a man.
Antonio MachadoMy philosophy is fundamentally sad, but Iโm not a sad man, and I donโt believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I donโt put my philosophy into practice saves me from its evil spell, or, rather, my faith in the human race is stronger then my intellectual analysis of it; there lies the fountain of youth in which my heart is continually bathing.
Antonio MachadoNo one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.
Antonio MachadoThere is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.
Antonio MachadoWanderer, 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. . .
Antonio MachadoDeath is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.
Antonio MachadoThe unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.
Antonio MachadoAll uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand
Antonio MachadoHas my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreamingโ its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence
Antonio MachadoLast night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.
Antonio MachadoMy soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.
Antonio MachadoThe afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the quiet patio looking for some old untried illusion - some shadow on the whiteness of the wall some memory asleep on the stone rim of the fountain, perhaps in the air the light swish of some trailing gown.
Antonio MachadoXXIX 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 MachadoThe wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?
Antonio Machado