Antonio Machado
Antonio Machado
Antonio Machado, in full Antonio Cipriano José María y Francisco de Santa Ana Machado y Ruiz, was a Spanish poet and one of the leading figures of the Spanish literary movement known as the Generation of '98...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 July 1875
CitySeville, Spain
CountrySpain
philosophy lying believe
My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I’m not a sad man, and I don’t believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I don’t 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.
wisdom way walking
There is no way; we make the road by walking it.
being-yourself being-single men
Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.
light understanding doe
No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.
garden done petals
What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?
sea feet stopping
Wayfarer, 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.
change personality world
There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.
answers wheels break
At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.
thinking language
The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.
teaching learning path
Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk
flower garden wind
The 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?
views your-side half
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.
inspirational path made
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. . .
dream important waking
Beyond living and dreaming there is something more important: waking up.