…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end. — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life. — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
“And life takes place inside us, with the eternal light of an ecstatic day which is going on somewhere else. It is… — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
“That day, that day when I can gaze at the sea--both of us calm--and I, trusting, having poured my whole heart into… — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
“Serene last evening, short as life, end of all that was loved, I want to be eternal!” — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them. — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
“--Nothing happens? Or has everything happened, and we are standing now, quietly, in the new life?” — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn't see it. But everything around -horizons of land and of seas-,… — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
Dynamic ecstasy is absolute romanticism , absolute heroism . And here I return to my point. From my point of view, after the catastrophe… — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
“Mob of beings and things! --A true sadness, because you are really deep in the soul, as they say, not in time at all!” — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
“--False joy, because you are merely in time, as they say, and not in the soul!” — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end. — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
A fantasy can be equivalent to a paradise and if the fantasy passes, better yet, because eternal paradise would be very boring. — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
“yo no soy yo soy este que va a mi lado sin yo verlo; que, a veces, voy a ver, y que, a veces,… — Juan Ramón Jiménez Copy Share Image
The urban man is an uprooted tree, he can put out leaves, flowers and grow fruit but what a nostalgia his leaf, flower, and… — Juan Ramon Jimenez Copy Share Image
