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 Che Guevara Quotes 

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If you tremble tremble with indignation indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.

At the risk of seeming seeming ridiculous, ridiculous, let let me say that the true revolutionary revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of think of a genuine genuine revolutionary revolutionary lacking lacking this quality.

Be realistic, realistic, demand the impossible!

I am not a liberator. Liberators do not exist. exist. The people liberate liberate themselves.

There are no boundaries in this struggle to the death. We cannot be indifferent indifferent to what happens anywhere in the world, for a victory by any country over imperialism is our victory; just as any country's defeat defeat is a defeat defeat for all of us.

There is no other definition of socialism valid for us than that of the abolition of the exploitation exploitation of man by man.

After graduation, due to special circumstances circumstances and perhaps perhaps also to my character, I began to travel throughout America, and I became acquainted acquainted with all of it. Except Except for Haiti and Santo Domingo, I have visited, to some extent, extent, all the other Latin American countries. Because of the circumstances circumstances in which I traveled, first as a student and later later as a doctor, I came into came into close contact with poverty, hunger and disease; with the inability inability to treat a child because of lack lack of money; with the stupefaction provoked provoked by the continual hunger and punishment, to the point that a father can accept the loss of a son as an unimportant accident, accident, as occurs occurs often often in the downtrodden classes of our American homeland. And I began to realize realize at that time that there were things that were almost as important to me as becoming famous famous for making a significant significant contribution to medical science: I wanted to help those people.

The walls of the educational system must come down come down Education should not be a privilege, privilege, so the children of those who have money can study.

The revolution revolution is not an apple that falls when ripe. ripe. You have to make it fall.

A country that does not know how to read and write is easy to deceive. deceive.

What do we leave behind leave behind when we cross each frontier? frontier? Each moment seems seems split in two: melancholy melancholy for what was left behind left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.

The first commandment for every good explorer is that an expedition has two points: the point of departure departure and the point of arrival. If your intention is to make the second theoretical point coincide coincide with the actual actual point of arrival, don't think about the means means because the journey is a virtual space that finishes when it finishes, and there are as many means means as there are different ways of 'finishing.' That is to say, the means means are endless.

I finally felt myself lifted definitively definitively away on the winds of adventure toward worlds I envisaged envisaged would be stranger stranger than they were, into situations I imagined would be much more normal normal than they turned out turned out to be.

...I also know and this won't alter alter the course of history or your personal view of me that you will die with a clenched fist and a tense jaw, the epitome epitome of hatred and struggle, because you are not a symbol (some inanimate example) but a genuine genuine member of the society to be destroyed; the spirit of the beehive speaks through your mouth and motivates your actions. You are as useful as I am, but you are not aware aware of how useful your contribution is to the society that sacrifices sacrifices you.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic fatalistic conformity conformity with the facts, that my destiny destiny is to travel...

I knew that when the great guiding spirit cleaves humanity into two antagonistic halves, I would be with the people. I know this, I see it printed in the night sky that I, eclectic eclectic dissembler dissembler of doctrine doctrine and psychoanalyst of dogma, dogma, howling like one possessed, possessed, will assault assault the barricades or the trenches , will take my bloodstained weapon, and consumed consumed with fury, fury, slaughter slaughter any enemy who falls into my hands.

Every person has the truth in his heart. No matter how complicated complicated his circumstances, circumstances, no matter how others look at him from the outside, and no matter how deep or shallow shallow the truth dwells dwells in his heart, once his heart is pierced pierced with a crystal needle, the truth will gush gush forth like a geyser.

At night, after the exhausting exhausting games of canasta, we would look out look out over the immense immense sea, full of white flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning leaning side by side on the railing, each of us far away, flying in his own aircraft to the stratospheric regions of our own dreams. There we understood that our vocation, vocation, our true vocation, vocation, was to move for eternity eternity along the roads and seas of the world. Always curious, looking into looking into everything that came before our eyes, sniffing out each corner but only ever faintly faintly not setting down setting down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the substratum of things; the outer limits would suffice. suffice.

The word that most perfectly describes describes the city of Cuzco is evocative. Intangible dust of another another era settles on its streets, rising like the disturbed sediment sediment of a muddy lake when you touch its bottom.

The spectacular spectacular landscape circling the fortress supplies an essential essential backdrop, inspiring dreamers to wander wander its ruins ruins for the sake sake of it; North American tourists, bound down by their practical worldview, are able able to place those members of the disintegrating tribes they may have seen in their travels among these once living walls, unaware of the moral distance separating them, since only the semi indigenous indigenous spirit of the South American can grasp grasp the subtle subtle differences.

Its tall chimneys throw up throw up black smoke, impregnating everything with soot, soot, and the miners' faces as they traveled the streets were also imbued imbued with that ancient ancient melancholy melancholy of smoke, unifying everything with its grayish monotones, a perfect coupling coupling with the gray mountain days.

This is not a story of heroic feats, or merely merely the narrative narrative of a cynic; cynic; at least I do not mean mean it to be. It is a glimpse glimpse of two lives running parallel for a time, with similar similar hopes and convergent dreams.

Perhaps Perhaps one day tired of circling the world I'll return to return to Argentina and settle in settle in the Andean lakes if not indefinitely then at least for a pause pause while I shift from one understanding of the world to another. another.

At the risk of seeming seeming ridiculous, ridiculous, let let me say that the true revolutionary revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of think of a genuine genuine revolutionary revolutionary lacking lacking this quality. We must strive strive every day so that this love of living humanity will be transformed transformed into actual actual deeds, deeds, into acts that serve as examples, as a moving force.

This is the Cuzco asking you to pull on pull on your armor and, mounted mounted on the ample ample back of a powerful horse, cleave a path through the defenseless flesh of a naked naked Indian flock whose human wall collapses and disappears beneath beneath the four hooves of the galloping beast.

And yet every so often, often, the heart of America, shuddering with indignation, indignation, sends a nervous nervous spasm through the gentle back of the Andes, and tumultuous tumultuous shock waves assault assault the surface of the land. Three times the cupola of proud Santo Domingo has collapsed from on high to the rhythm of broken bones and its worn walls have opened and fallen too. But the foundations they rest on are unmoved, the great blocks of the Temple of the Sun exhibit their gray stone indifferently; indifferently; however colossal colossal the disaster disaster befalling its oppressor, oppressor, not one of its huge rocks shifts from its place.

A petty petty concern concern with mere mere evidence evidence is an antiquated antiquated and bourgeois bourgeois feature of the captalist legal system. We are revolutionaries. We convict from a revolutionary revolutionary passion.

Valdivia's actions symbolize man's indefatigable indefatigable thirst to take control of a place where he can exercise total authority. That phrase, attributed to attributed to Caesar, proclaiming proclaiming he would rather rather be first in command in some humble humble Alpine village than second in command in Rome, is repeated less pompously, pompously, but no less effectively, effectively, in the epic epic campaign that is the conquest conquest of Chile. If, in the moment the conquistador was facing death at the hands of that invincible invincible Araucanian Caupolican, he had not been overwhelmed overwhelmed with fury, fury, like a hunted animal, I do not doubt that judging his life, Valdivia would have felt death was fully justified. justified. He belonged to belonged to that special class of men the species produces every so often, often, in whom a craving craving for limitless power is so extreme extreme that any suffering to achieve it seems seems natural, and he had become the omnipotent omnipotent ruler of a warrior nation.

Youth must refrain refrain from ungrateful questioning of governmental mandates... mandates... Instead, they must dedicate dedicate themselves to study, work and military service, should learn to think and act as act as a mass.

For me, the sea has always been a confidant, a friend absorbing absorbing all it is told and never revealing revealing those secrets; always giving the best advice its meaningful noises can be interpreted interpreted any way you choose.

It is there, in the final moments, for people whose farthest horizon horizon has always been tomorrow, that one comprehends comprehends the profound profound tragedy tragedy circumscribing circumscribing the life of the proletariat proletariat the world over.

We must come to the inevitable inevitable conclusion that the guerrilla is a social reformer, reformer, who takes up takes up arms responding responding to the angry protests protests of the people against their oppressors, oppressors, and who fights to change the social system that keeps all his unarmed brothers in ignominy ignominy and poverty.

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