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. You may also be interested in these phrases from 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 is tiring 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.
-The knowledge consists only in choosing the healthiest.
-Whoever 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 serious 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 considered less appreciated 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.
-It is better in my truths to consume vanities of life than to consume life in vanities.
-With little cause offended, I usually, in the middle of my love, deny a slight favor to whoever gave him life.
-May my eyes see you, because you are a flame of them, and I want to have them only for you.
-The soul that walks in love, neither tires 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 him without having lost love first.
-But I choose for better party who I do not want, to be violent employment, than 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 expired being you give faint signs!
-I feel bad of the same good with suspicious fear, and the same love forces me perhaps to show disdain.
-And so, love, your mad effort tries to offend me in vain: because I can say, seeing me expire without giving me up, 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, strength is invincible of love.
-Constant I adore who my love mistreats; I mistreat 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, serves my chest of obedient steel, 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 marvelous flowers, divine American protector, that to become Mexican rose, appearing rose of Castile.
-Everybody has opinions of opinions so different, that what one is black proves that the other 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.
-He 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 good, 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 wanted me.
-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 estimate 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 happy 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.
-The one who leaves me ungrateful, I'm looking for a lover; the one 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, that affections that I distinguish I do not prefer.
-With what, with learned death and foolish life, living deceit and dying 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, I am ordered to do so, it is unfair that for giving you pleasure I should have pain.
-Tell me the rapacious victor, defeated by my perseverance, what has your arrogance gotten out of altering my firm peace?
-That although you leave mocked the narrow bond that your fantastic form held, it does not matter to mock arms and chest if my fantasy carves you prison.
- What humor can be rarer than the one that, lacking in advice, he himself clouds the mirror, and feels that it is not clear?
- 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 their freedoms pains wings, and after making them bad, you want to find them very good.
-What greater fault have you had in a wrong passion, the one that falls begging, or the one that begs to be fallen?
-Only jealousy ignores factories of pretense, which since they are crazy, have the property of real people.
-He who tried for love found 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 I know is that they are bad, I don't want to dispute them, nor do I want to recommend them, because that would be wanting to pay much attention to them.
-I would like, when I get to see you, seeing my infamous love to be able to deny it; but then just reason warns me that it only remedies me by publishing it; because of the great crime of loving you alone it is quite a shame to confess it.
-Divine rose that in gentle culture you are with your fragrant subtlety, purple magisterium in beauty, snowy teaching of beauty; A 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 you blame one for cruel and another for easy blame with unequal levels. Well, how should the one that your love wants 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 be paid 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 there has been.
- Enough of the rigors, my good, enough, do not torment you any more tyrants 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 came 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 her close, I remove my hand. Because if it is offered, after so much sleeplessness, the suspicion disturbs it or the fright vanishes it.
-In two divided parts I have my soul in confusion: one, a slave to passion, and the other, to measured reason. Civil war, on fire, afflicts the chest, importunate wants to defeat each one, and among so many fortunes both will die, but neither will win.