Quotes by : Antonio Machado

I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled.

All uncertainly is fruitful... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand.

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made....

Man would be otherwise. That is the essence of the specifically human.

Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.

Hope says: one dayyou will see her, if you will only wait.Despair says:all you have left of her is your....

Like an abandoned dog who cannot finda smell or a track and roamsalong the roads, with no road, likethe....