Quotes from Juan Ramón Jiménez

If they give you ruled paper, write the other way.

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.

…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end.

The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.

I am fascinated by the dailies, what is daily.

The urban man is an uprooted tree, he can put out leaves, flowers and grow fruit but what a nostalgia his leaf, flower, and fruit will always have for mother earth!

Night goes away, a black bull-- body heavy with mourning and fear and mystery-- it has been bellowing horribly, monstrously, in genuine fear of all the dead; and day arrives, a young child who wants trust, and love, and jokes, --a child who somewhere far away, in secret places where what ends meets what is starting, has been playing a moment on some meadow or other of light and darkness with the bull who is running away...

Lo que más indigna al charlatán es alguien silencioso y digno.

Mira: todo lo fuerte se hace, con su adorno, delicado. Más rosas, más rosas, más rosas...

Si te dan papel pautado, utiliza el otro lado.

Don't run, go slowly, It is only to yourself that you have to go! Go slowly, don't run, For the child of yourself, just born and eternal Cannot follow you.

Must we think of the spirit as something divine that comes from without, that makes us divine? No, it is not that, to me it seems it is not that. The divine is in us, in our own intrinsic humanity, like a diamond in a mine. (La Corriente Infinita)

Los soles no decaen porque los contemplemos en la niebla.

I am fascinated by the dailies, what is daily.

LA CUADRA Cuando, al mediodía, voy a ver a Platero, un transparente rayo del sol de las doce enciende un gran lunar de oro en la plata blanda de su lomo. Bajo su barriga, por el oscuro suelo, vagamente verde, que todo lo contagia de esmeralda, el techo viejo llueve claras monedas de fuego. Diana, que está echada entre las patas de Platero, viene a mí, bailarina, y me pone sus manos en el pecho, anhelando lamerme la boca con su lengua rosa. Subida en lo más alto del

Sólo que Judas, Platero, es el diputado, o la maestra, o el forense, o el recaudador, o el alcalde, o la comadrona; y cada hombre descarga su escopeta cobarde, hecho niño esta mañana de Sábado Santo, contra el que tiene su odio, en una superposición de vagos y absurdos simulacros primaverales.

L'orizzonte è il tuo corpo. L'orizzonte è la mia anima. Raggiungo il tuo limite: ancora sabbia. Raggiungi il mio limite: ancora acqua.

Mi vida será un salmo de oro a Dios

Çizgili Ka??t verirlerse,yan çevirip yaz.

Y pensé, de pronto, en Platero, que, aunque iba debajo de mí, se me había olvidado.

Movendo-se lentamente, as folhas enormes da velha árvore carinhosa enlutam-me ou deslumbram-me. Parece que me embalo suavemente num berço que fosse do sol para a sombra, da sombra para o sol.