The best phrases of Eva Perón, memorable!

We want a peaceful, powerful and sovereign Argentina and a united and happy mass of workers like none in the world.

A women’s movement would be worthless in a world without social justice.

I don’t want to receive any praise. I don’t care about the hatred and praise of men who belong to the race of exploiters.

We want the well-being of the workers, the dignity of the humble and the greatness of this homeland that Perón has given us and that we must all defend as the most just, the freest and the most sovereign on Earth.

When a worker calls me Evita, I feel happy to be the companion of all men.

They will always have me in mind, for the simple reason that there will always be injustices and all the sad helpless of this beloved land will return to my memory.

With them and for them, for the workers and for the shirtless, I will continue fighting as until today with my heart and thoughts focused on the general, our Leader.

I fight side by side with the workers as if I were another of their colleagues in the workshop or factory.

The truth is that I, who see in every worker a shirtless worker, and a Peronist, cannot see the same thing, if it is not well proven, in an employer.

My sectarianism is also a redress and reparation. For a century the privileged were the exploiters of the working class.

It’s nice to live with the people. Feel him up close, suffer with his pain and enjoy the simple joy of his heart.

There can be, as Perón’s doctrine says, only one class: those who work.

I don’t make a question of classes. I do not support class struggle, but our dilemma is very clear: the oligarchy that exploited us for thousands of years in the world will always try to defeat us.

Where there is a need, a right is born.

The only thing we must do is become fully aware of the power we possess and not forget that no one can do anything without the people, that no one can do anything that the people do not want.

The envy of the toads could never cover the song of the nightingales.

The country is the people and nothing can overcome the people without endangering freedom and justice.

I want to tell you the truth of a humble woman of the people. The first woman of the people who did not allow herself to be dazzled by power or glory!

The armed forces serve the country by serving the people.

The world will belong to the people if we, the people, decide to burn ourselves with the sacred fire of fanaticism.

They will always have me in mind, for the simple reason that there will always be injustices and all the sad helpless of this beloved land will return to my memory.

With the ashes of the traitors we will build the Homeland of the humble.

If this people asked me for my life, I would give it to them singing, because the happiness of a single shirtless man is worth more than my entire life.

We all carry in our blood the seed of selfishness that can make us enemies of the people and their cause.

The leaders of the people have to be fanatics of the people. If not, they get dizzy at altitude and don’t return. I have also seen them with peak dizziness.

It will never be said of me that I betrayed my people, dizzy by the heights of power and glory.

Our country will cease to be a colony, or the flag will fly over its ruins.

The weapon of imperialism is hunger. We, the people, know what it is to die of hunger.

A women’s movement would be worthless in a world without social justice.

Foreign capitalism and its oligarchic and self-serving servants have been able to verify that there is no force capable of subduing a people who are aware of their rights.

Even more abominable than the imperialists are the men of the national oligarchies who give themselves away by selling and sometimes giving away the happiness of their people for coins or smiles.

But even more abominable than the imperialists are the men of the national oligarchies who give themselves away by selling and sometimes giving away the happiness of their people for coins or smiles.

The time has come for the woman who thinks, judges, rejects or accepts, and the time has died for the woman who assists, tied and powerless, in the capricious political development of the destinies of her country.

The traitors within, who sell for four coins, are also on the lookout to strike at any moment.

Blessed be the fight to which the incomprehension and lies of the enemies of the Homeland forced us!

I believe that the women’s movement organized as a force in each country and throughout the world should do and would do great good to all of humanity.

The female vote will be the weapon that will make our homes the supreme and inviolable safeguard of public conduct.

There are enemies of the people. And there are indifferent people. These belong to the kind of man that Dante already pointed out at the gates of hell. They never play for nothing. They are like “the angels who were neither faithful nor rebellious.”

I put next to the soul of my people, my own soul.

The heart of the one who asks bleeds so much that you have to run and give, without waiting.

And although I leave shreds of my life along the way, I know that you will pick up my name and carry it as a flag to victory.

When I chose to be Evita I know that I chose the path of my people. Now, four years after that election, it is easy for me to demonstrate that this was indeed the case. Nobody but the people calls me Evita.

Each one must begin to give of themselves everything they can give, and even more. Only in this way will we build the Argentina we want, not for ourselves, but for those who will come after us, for our children, for the Argentines of tomorrow.

I don’t want any other honor other than affection. To accept anything else would be to break the line of conduct that he imposed on my heart and agree with those who did not believe in the sincerity of my words.

I don’t know where I have ever read that in this world of ours, the great absentee is love. I, although it may be a bit of plagiarism, will rather say that today’s world suffers from a great absence: that of women.

I have suffered a lot, but my pain was worth the happiness of my people and I did not want to deny, I do not want to deny, I accept to suffer until the last day of my life if that serves to heal some wound or wipe away some tear.

Above all, we must take great care of the union leaders. They also get dizzy and we must not forget that when a politician allows himself to be dominated by ambition he is nothing more than ambitious.

We march with the conscience done justice that the humanity of our days demands.

We are going to take care of Perón more than if it were our lives, because we take care of a cause that is the cause of the country, is the cause of the people.

If the people were happy and the country was great, being a Peronist would be a right. In our days, being a Peronist is a duty.