30 phrases by Luís de Camões to venture into his verses – 42 Phrases

As soon as everything passes! Dies! Everything is so little! Nothing is known, everything is imagined.

Have you promised and not fulfilled? For without fulfilling, everything is nothing. You are not well advised; that whoever promises lies, what he loses does not feel.

Who does not know art, does not esteem it.

To love and to know how to love… To love with the heart and not with the head.

The amateur becomes the thing loved, by virtue of much imagining. Therefore, I have nothing more to desire, for in me I have the desired part.

That sad and happy dawn, full of sorrow and pity, as long as there is nostalgia in the world, I want it to always be celebrated.

The accustomed pain is not felt.

The weak king makes the strong people weak.

I will sing of love so sweetly, in terms that are so agreed upon in themselves, that two thousand romantic accidents make your chest feel that you don’t feel it.

The good ones I always saw passing through the world serious torments, and to surprise me even more, the bad ones I always saw swimming in a sea of ​​contentment.

Against the sky, hands are not worth.

To constancy owes all the glory.

Love is fire that burns without being seen, it is a wound that hurts and is not felt, it is a discontented contentment, it is pain that maddens without hurting.

Impossible things, it is better to forget them than to desire them.

A bad friar is enough to give a convent something to talk about.

A low love of the strong weakens.

She saw the hurt words that could turn the fire cold and give rest to the damned souls.

It is weakness among sheep to be a lion.

It is better to experience it than to judge it, but let him who cannot experience it judge him.

Times change, wills change, being changes, trust changes; everyone is made up of change, always taking on new qualities.

Sorry for what I see.

In great dangers, the fear is many times greater than the danger.

Love is one, it cannot be broken.

In short, I will end my life and everyone will see that I was so fond of my country that I was not only content to die in it, but with it.

Loving is a care that is gained in losing oneself.

Love with its opposites is added.

Whoever wanted to, always could.

True affection in the long absence proves itself.

After a stormy storm, nocturnal shadow and hissing wind, the morning brings serene clarity, hope for Porto and rescue.

Ah, love… It is born I don’t know where, it comes I don’t know how, and it hurts I don’t know why.