Best 13 quotes of Ruben Dario on MyQuotes

I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose.

Pity for him who one day looks uponhis inward sphinx and questions it. He is lost.

Poetry will exist as long as there is a problem of life and death

Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!

The America of Moctezuma and Atahualpa,the aromatic America of Columbus,Catholic America, Spanish America,the America where noble Cuauhtémoc said: "I am not on a bed of roses"-our America trembling with hurricanes, trembling with Love: O men with Saxon eyes and barbarous souls, our America lives. And dreams. And loves. And it is the daughter of the Sun. Be careful.

The treacheries of ambition never cease.

The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient; the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing: there is no pain as great as being alive, no burden heavier than that of conscious life.

You are a Universe of Universes And your Soul a source of Songs.

Calla, calla, princesa —dice el hada madrina—; en caballo, con alas, hacia acá se encamina, en el cinto la espada y en la mano el azor, el feliz caballero que te adora sin verte, y que llega de lejos, vencedor de la Muerte, a encenderte los labios con un beso de amor

…esa América que tiembla de huracanes y que vive de amor, hombres de ojos sajones y alma bárbara, vive. Y sueña. Y ama, y vibra, y es la hija del Sol.

No dejes apagar el entusiasmo, virtud tan valiosa como necesaria; trabaja, aspira, tiende siempre hacia la altura

Poets! Towers of God Made to resist the fury of the storms Like cliffs beside the ocean Or clouded, savage peaks! Masters of lightning! Breakwaters of eternity! Hope, magic-voiced, foretells the day When on the rock of harmony The Siren traitorous shall die and pass away, And there shall only be The full, frank-billowed music of the sea. Be hopeful still, Though bestial elements yet turn From Song with rancorous ill-will And blinded races one another spurn! Perversity debased Among the high her rebel cry has raised. The cannibal still lusts after the raw, Knife-toothed and gory-faced. Towers, your laughing banners now unfold. Against all hatreds and all envious lies Upraise the protest of the breeze, half-told, And the proud quietness of sea and skies…

You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs.