A Quote by Miguel de Cervantes

There is remedy for all things except death - Don Quixote De La Mancha — © Miguel de Cervantes
There is remedy for all things except death - Don Quixote De La Mancha
The first time I got paid as an actor was for 'Man of La Mancha.' So 'Don Quixote' has always been a thing for me.
How many different works of art have been inspired by 'Don Quixote?' Thousands. Most people enter the novel, for better or worse, through the musical the 'Man Of La Mancha.'
Since Don Quixote de la Mancha is a crazy fool and a madman, and since Sancho Panza, his squire, knows it, yet, for all that, serves and follows him, and hangs on these empty promises of his, there can be no doubt that he is more of a madman and a fool than his master.
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...
There's a remedy for everything except death.
I absolutely had a dream of doing 'Man of La Mancha' one day; that's a long time ago.
Well, now there's a remedy for everything except death.
We saw The Man From La Mancha, and I remember there was a scene where the woman's skirt fell off, and I got embarrassed and excited at the same time.
'La Mancha' was a gift from me to me. I never thought for a minute it was going to be a hit.
La Mancha is a very macho, chauvinistic society. I saw very clearly that my life had to be in Madrid, and I liberated myself from my mum and dad after high school.
Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.
Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart, Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
There is no remedy for death--or birth--except to hug the spaces in between. Live loud. Live wide. Live tall.
Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing. Fa la la... Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny grass. Fa la la... The Spring clad all in gladness, Doth laugh at winter's sadness. Fa la la.
La mort, mon fils, est un bien pour tous les hommes; elle est la nuit de ce jour inquiet qu'on appelle la vie. Bernstein Death, my son, is a good for all; it is the night of this worrisome day that one calls life.
If one wants to go on living, one must evolve. Before, when we composed, we would start by a series of music themes. Once created, we would hire writers and lyricists to make up the text and the story line. I was the first to do this backwards with 'Man of La Mancha.'
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