“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.” MenBelieveHumansHeartPhilosophyFactsLyingEvilRacePracticeYouthMy HeartIntellectualStrongerDon't BelieveAnalysisHuman RaceSpellsFountainSave MeBathingFountain Of YouthSad Man Author:Antonio Machado
“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?” WellsSaidSoulDoneLeftWaterWindFlowerReturnGardenRoseBrilliantMy SoulYellowFountainPetalsOdorWitheredJasmineYellow Leaves Author:Antonio Machado
“The 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.” LightMemoriesAirWallQuietSpringIllusionShadowStonesBreathsMarchAfternoonFountainAprilSpringtimeStirringGownsWhitenessRims Book:Antonio Machado Source: Antonio Machado
