Miguel de Cervantes Quotes
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I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.
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A bad year and a bad month to all the backbiting bitches in the world!
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Nothing costs less nor is cheaper than compliments of civility.
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A tooth is much more to be prized than a diamond.
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Not with whom you are born, but with whom you are bred.
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Since we have a good loaf, let us not look for cheesecakes.
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Inasmuch as ill-deeds spring up as a spontaneous crop, they are easy to learn.
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In hell there is no retention.
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Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?
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It is impossible for good or evil to last forever; and hence it follows that the evil having lasted so long, the good must be now nigh at hand.
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A father may have a child who is ugly and lacking in all the graces, and the love he feels for him puts a blindfold over his eyes so that he does not see his defects but considers them signs of charm and intelligence and recounts them to his friends as if they were clever and witty.
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Anyone who does not know how to make the most of his luck has no right to complain if it passes by him.
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Whoever is ignorant is vulgar.
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You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.
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Thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward.
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The worst reconciliation is better than the best divorce.
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When God sends the dawn, he sends it for all.
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Tell me what company thou keepest and I'll tell thee what thou art.
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Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
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'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.