Miguel de Unamuno

(1864-1936 / Spain)

Miguel de Unamuno Quotes

  • ''When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid—in which case all comment is superfluous—or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 5 (1913).
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  • ''The only way to give finality to the world is to give it consciousness.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 7 (1670).
  • ''Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 5 (1913, trans. 1921).
  • ''There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness.... Man is the more man—that is, the more divine—the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 9 (1913).
  • ''Man dies of cold, not of darkness.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 4 (1913).
  • ''To fall into a habit is to begin to cease to be.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 9 (1913, trans. 1921).
  • ''To love with the spirit is to pity, and he who pities most loves most.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. The Tragic Sense of Life, ch. 7 (1913).
  • ''The skeptic does not mean him who doubts, but him who investigates or researches, as opposed to him who asserts and thinks that he has found.''
    Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), Spanish philosophical writer. "My Religion," Essays and Soliloquies (1924).

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Best Poem of Miguel de Unamuno

Throw Yourself Like Seed

Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit;
Sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
That brushes your heel as it turns going by,
The man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant.

Now you are only giving food to that final pain
Which is slowly winding you in the nets of death,
But to live is to work, and the only thing which lasts
Is the work; start there, turn to the work.

Throw yourself like seed as you walk, and into your own field,
Don’t turn your face for that would be to turn it to death,
And do not let the past weigh down your...

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De Vuelta A Casa

Desde mi cielo a despedirme llegas
fino orvallo que lentamente bañas
los robledos que visten las montañas
de mi tierra, y los maíces de sus vegas.

Compadeciendo mi secura, riegas
montes y valles, los de mis entrañas,
y con tu bruma el horizonte empañas
de mi sino, y así en la fe me anegas.

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