I leave you the best phrases of Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, known as Juana Inés de Asbaje and Ramírez de Santillana, a brilliant woman from a young age, born in New Spain (colonial Mexico).
She was a woman who, oppressed by the society of the time, became a religious to have access to education, to later become one of the most prominent exponents in the poetry and literature of the Golden Age. great writers.
-I do not study to know more, but to ignore less.
-Without clarity there is no voice of wisdom.
-There are many who study to ignore.
-Even knowing tires when it is knowing by trade.
-In a lover there is no laugh that is not disturbed by crying.
-Foolish men who accuse women without reason, without seeing that you are the occasion of the same thing that you blame.
-Triumphant I want to see the one who kills me; and I kill whoever wants to see me triumphant.
-Knowing consists only of choosing the healthiest.
-Who hears and learns, is a good reason to attend and shut up.
-The brightest of appearances can cover the most vulgar realities.
-With understanding everything is supplied.
-Just as no one wants to be less than another, so no one confesses: because it is a consequence of being more.
-I feel a great agony to achieve a flurry, which begins as desire and ends in melancholy.
-This loving torment that can be seen in my heart, I know that I feel it, and I do not know the cause why I feel it.
-All those who are chosen by some means for some end, are held by less appreciation than the end to which they are directed.
-Perfect the work with our infinite love, so that the end of his life does not deny the beginning.
-From the most fragrant rose the most beautiful bee was born, to whom the clean dew gave the purest matter.
-Considering it better in my truths to consume vanities of life than to consume life in vanities.
-With little offended cause, I usually, in the middle of my love, deny a slight favor to whoever gave him life.
-Let my eyes see you, because you are a fire from them, and only for you I want to have them.
-The soul that walks in love, neither gets tired nor gets tired.
-He who suffers from love, from him divine to be touched.
-From seeing that I hate and love you, I infer that no one can be in a high degree, because hatred cannot have won without having lost love first.
-But I choose the best party from whom I do not want, to be violent employment, than from who does not love me, vile dispossession.
-Love begins with restlessness, solicitude, ardor, and sleeplessness; it grows with risks, challenges and misgivings; hold on to crying and begging.
-Love, that my attempts helped, overcame what seemed impossible: because between the tears, that the pain poured, the broken heart distilled.
-How haughty in your pomp, conceited, arrogant, the risk of dying you disdain; and then, fainted and shrunken, of your outdated being you give faint signs!
-I feel bad from the same good with suspicious fear, and the same love forces me perhaps to show disdain.
-And so, love, your mad effort tries in vain to offend me: well I can say, seeing me expire without surrendering, that you managed to kill me but you could not defeat me.
-And although the virtue is so strong, I fear that perhaps they will overcome it. That custom is very great and virtue is very tender.
-But without a doubt the fortress is invincible of love.
-I constantly adore whom my love mistreats; mistreatment whom my love constantly seeks.
-If with unequaled eagerness you request their disdain, why do you want them to do good if you incite them to evil?.
-I never find satisfaction fulfilled, because between relief and pain I find guilt in love and apology in oblivion.
-What is more to blame, even if anyone does wrong, the one who sins for the pay, or the one who pays for sin?
-If the magnet of your graces, attractive, my chest of obedient steel serves, why do you flatter me, if you have to mock me then fugitive?
-In chasing me, world, what are you interested in? How do I offend you, when I only try to put beauties in my understanding and not my understanding in beauties?
-It is composed of wonder flowers, divine American protector, that to become Mexican rose raisin, appearing rose of Castile.
-Everyone has opinions of opinions so diverse, that what the one who is black proves the other that he is white.
-For everything there is proof and reason on which to found it; and there is no reason for anything, if there is reason for so much.
-It was a passion for the gaze, and in his gaze were the eyes before time; his father says that time is melancholy, and when it stops we call it eternity.
-Stop, shadow of my elusive good, image of the spell that I love the most, beautiful illusion for whom I happily die, sweet fiction for whom I painfully live.
-This afternoon, my goodness, when I spoke to you, as in your face and in your actions I saw that with words I did not persuade you, that the heart that you saw me desired.
-Signs come out of the mouth of what the heart burns, that nobody, nobody will believe the fire if the smoke does not give signals.
-I do not value treasures or riches, and thus, it always makes me happier to put riches in my understanding than not my understanding in riches..
-Well with many weapons I found that your arrogance fights, because in promise and instance you join devil, flesh and world.
-If Aristotle had cooked, much more would have written.
-I cannot have you or leave you, nor do I know why, when I leave you or have you, there is an I do not know what to love you and many yes I know what to forget you.
-In the blissful night, in secret, that nobody saw me, nor did I look at anything, with no other light or guide but the one that burned in the heart.
-To the one who leaves me ungrateful, I look for a lover; the lover who follows me, I leave ungrateful.
-I do not doubt, Lisarda, that I love you, although I know that you have wronged me; but I am so loving and so angry, what affections that I distinguish, I do not prefer.
-With what, with learned death and foolish life, living deceit and dying do you teach!
-Well, why are you scared of the guilt you have? Want them which you do or do them which you seek.
-I have never written anything of my own free will, but by requests and precepts of others, in such a way that I do not remember having written for my pleasure if it is not a piece of paper that they call "the dream".
-If you please he orders me the obligation, it is unfair that for giving you pleasure I should have pain.
-Tell me rapacious victor, defeated of my perseverance, what has your arrogance gotten to alter my firm peace?
-That although you leave mocked the narrow tie that your fantastic form girded, it does not matter to mock arms and chest if my fantasy carves you prison.
-What humor can be stranger than that which, lacking advice, blurs the mirror himself, and feels that it is unclear?
-It is also a vice to know, that if it is not tackled, the less it is known, the havoc is more harmful..
-When my error and your vileness I see, I contemplate, Silvio, of my mistaken love, how serious is the malice of sin, how violent the force of a desire.
-If my understanding is mine, why should I always find it so dull for relief, so sharp for harm?
-Your lovers give penalties to their freedoms wings, and after making them bad, you want to find them very good.
-What greater fault has he had in a wrong passion, the one that falls begging, or the one that begs to fall?
-Only jealousy ignores factories of pretense, which since they are crazy, are owned by real.
-To him who tried love I find a diamond; and I am a diamond who treats me with love; if to this payment, my desire suffers; if I beg that one, my pundonor anger; I look unhappy in both ways.
-These verses, my reader, that I consecrate to your delight, and the only good thing is that I know that they are bad, nor do I want to dispute them, nor do I want to recommend them, because that would be wanting to pay much attention to them.
-I really wish, when I get to see you, seeing my infamous love, I can deny it; but then just reason warns me that it only remedies me by publishing it; because of the great crime of loving you it is only enough to confess it.
-Divine rose that in gentle culture you are with your fragrant subtlety, purple magisterium in beauty, snowy teaching of beauty; the threat of human architecture, an example of the vain gentleness in whose being nature united the joyful cradle and sad grave.
-You are always so foolish that with unequal levels you blame one for cruel and another for easy blame. Well, how should the one that your love intends be tempered, if the one that is ungrateful offends and the one that is easy angers?
-Son and mother, in such divine pilgrimage competitions, neither remains a debtor and both remain obligated. Well, if that is why it is crying, cry Jesus, congratulations, that what he spends in dew will later charge in nectar.
-Up here you have to write down the day of my death, month and year. I beg, for the love of God and his Most Pure Mother, to my beloved sisters, the religious who are and in what goes on, entrust me to God, who I have been and am the worst that has ever been..
-Enough of the rigors, my good, enough, do not torment you any more tyrant jealousy, nor the vile suspicion your stillness contrast with foolish shadows, with vain indications: because already in liquid humor you saw and touched my broken heart in your hands.
-And if you think that the soul that loved you must always be linked to your hobby, I warn you of your vain satisfaction. If love to hatred has given way, the one who went down from high to being remiss of remiss will become nothing.
-I feel a tyrannical longing for the occasion to which I aspire, and when I look at it close I myself I remove my hand. Because if it is offered, after so much sleeplessness, the suspicion disturbs it or the fright vanishes it.
-I have my soul in confusion divided into two parts: one, a slave to passion, and the other, to measured reason. Civil war, fiery, afflicts the chest, importunate wants to defeat each one, and among so many fortunes both opposite will die, but none will win..
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