Top 40 Quotes & Sayings by Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Explore popular quotes and sayings by a Spanish dramatist Pedro Calderon de la Barca.
Last updated on December 25, 2024.
Pedro Calderón de la Barca y Barreda González de Henao Ruiz de Blasco y Riaño was a Spanish dramatist, poet, writer and knight of the Order of Santiago. He is known as one of the most distinguished Baroque writers of the Spanish Golden Age, especially for his plays.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth's sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.
'Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.
In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it
The fox is very cunning, but he is more cunning who catches the fox.
No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.
A friar who asks alms for God's sake begs for two.
Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.
Never confide your secrets to paper; it is like throwing a stone in the air; and if you know who throws the stone, you do not know where it may fall.
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.
Light-enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun's revolving splendour.
At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.
All life is a dream, and all dreams are dreams.
Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confess An unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin In missing each that salutory rein Of reason, and the grinding will of man.
If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.
All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.
Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.
Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?
Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.
For man's greatest crime is to have been born.
How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!
The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.
No virtue can be real that has not been tried. The gold in the crucible alone is perfect; the loadstone tests the steel, and the diamond is tried by the diamond, while metals gleam the brighter in the furnace.
To the King, one must give his possessions and his life; but honour is a possession of soul, and the soul is only God's.
They say that the best counsel is that of woman.
Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
A woman needs a stronger head than her own for counsel - she should marry.
And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death
Restless sunflower; cease to move.
Great events have sent before them their announcements.