Quotes by Juan Ramón Jiménez - Interesting, entertaining, inspiring, serious, thought-provoking quotes from Nobel Prize winning Spanish poet and writer

Juan Ramón Jiménez Mantecón died on 29 May 1958 in San Juan, Puerto Rico. He was born on 23 December 1881. He was a Spanish poet and writer who received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1956 for his lyrical poetry, which was considered a great example of high emotion and artistic purity in the Spanish language. Jiménez's most important contribution to modern poetry was his advocacy of the concept of pure poetry. Jiménez suffered from depression and was hospitalized in France and Madrid. His wife Zenobia Camprubí was a Spanish-born writer and poet and a renowned translator of the works of India's world-renowned writer, poet, painter, thinker Rabindranath Tagore. Juan Ramón Jiménez Mantecón received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1956. A day later, his wife Zenobia Camprubí died of ovarian cancer. Jiménez suffered an emotional breakdown from this and died two years later on May 29, 1958, in the same clinic where his wife had died. Both are buried in their hometown of Moguer, Spain. Here are some interesting, entertaining, inspiring, serious, thoughtful quotes by Juan Ramón Jiménez Mantecón

I am not me. I am the one walking beside me whom I do not see, whom I sometimes manage to see, and whom I sometimes forget. He who is calm and silent when I talk, and who forgives gently when I hate, who walks where I am not, who will stand even after I am dead. I do not divide my life into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, a whole life.

If they give you ruled paper, write on the other side. A permanent state of transition is the best state of man. The greatest killer of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means to surpass them.

I have only two weapons, time and silence.

I opened your petals like a rose to see your soul, and I did not see it. But everything around, the horizons of land and sea, everything, to infinity, was filled with a fragrance, vast and vibrant.

Each country must realize that its turn to world domination, domination because its rights more or less coincide with the character of the age or with progress, must end with the change brought about by this progress.

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

Love, you are eternal like spring.

The urban man is a uprooted tree, he may grow leaves, flowers and fruit but his leaves, flowers and fruit will always keep so many nostalgic memories for Mother Earth!

To live is nothing more than coming here to die, to become what we were before we were born, but with apprenticeship, experience, the wisdom of reason and perhaps will.

A fantasy can equal heaven and if the fantasy passes, even better, because eternal heaven would be very boring.

Dynamic ecstasy is the perfect romanticism, the perfect heroism. And here I come back to my point. From my point of view, after the catastrophe that we feel and think is universal, a catastrophe that results from the excesses of useless dynamism, useless progress, useless realism, useless technology, there follows an unattainable democracy to be achieved through the conception and realization of a new romanticism.

Behind my forehead tonight I feel the whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is really lovely!

Some of my affectionately jealous friends say, you write too much. Maybe, I reply. But as long as your little good is worse than my many bad, I will go on doing so.

The background reveals the real existence and condition of the man or the object. If I do not have a background, I make the man transparent and the object transparent.

If poems

liked you more than my lips,

I would never give you another kiss.

Intense nostalgia for what I already have, infinite and terrible.

Rodin, delighted, picks up a mushroom, and shows it to Madame Rodin... Look, he says enthusiastically, and it only takes one night! In one night all these are made, all these lamellae. It's good work.

Life. This morning the sun made me like it. Behind the drooping pines, there was the oriental glow of a living being, a rose and an apple, orange and red, in the material and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise.

Ever since that sweet dawn of the day, we were lovers.

You are reborn with the roses, every spring.

Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?

One must speak in such a way that even if someone else or many others, or an infinite number of people have said it before, it will seem as if you have said it before.

The silence that breaks at dawn will speak differently.

The naked poem, always mine,

Which I have loved all my life!

The evening falls. There is nothing gentle in the sky. -Juan Ramón Jiménez

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