Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra Quotes

Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra Quotes

Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.

The reason for the unreason with which you treat my reason , so weakens my reason that with reason I complain of your beauty.

Demasiada cordura puede ser la peor de las locuras, ver la vida como es y no como debería de ser.

Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

El que lee mucho y anda mucho, ve mucho y sabe mucho.

Facts are the enemy of truth.

Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.

The dead to the grave, the living to the loaf.

Here lies a gentleman bold
Who was so very brave
He went to lengths untold,
And on the brink of the grave
Death had on him no hold.
By the world he set small store-
He frightened it to the core-
Yet somehow, by Fate's plan,
Though he'd lived a crazy man,
When he died he was sane once more.

Not with whom you are born, but with whom you are bred.

Es, pues, de saber que este sobredicho hidalgo, los ratos que estaba ocioso, que eran los más del año, se daba a leer.

Diligence is the mother of good fortune.

I don't see what my arse has to do with enchantings!

I swear to hold my tongue about it till the end of your worship's days, and God grant I may be able to let it out tomorrow

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.

After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.

I say that good painters imitated nature; but that bad ones vomited it.

Art does not surpass nature but perfects it.

... truth, whose mother is history, who is the rival of time, depository of deeds, witness of the past, example and lesson to the present, and warning to the future.

...but once more I say do as you please, for we women are born to this burden of being obedient to our husbands, though they be blockheads

He who sings scares away his woes.

La pluma es la lengua del alma: cuales fueren los conceptos que en ella se engendraren, tales serán sus escritos.

Es natural condición de las mujeres desdeñar a quien las quiere y amar a quien las aborrece

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