Eduardo Galeano Quotes

The division of labor among nations is that some specialize in winning and others in losing.

The wages Haiti requires by law belong in the department of science fiction: actual wages on coffee plantations vary from $.07 to $.15 a day

This work is a torture on the rump but a joy to the heart.

A unipolar world - one with only one power - makes sure that this space almost disappears. In a multipolar world this space multiplies. Therefore, there is nostalgia for a multipolar world.

I am quite prehistoric, absolutely prehistoric.

His legs have a mind of their own, his foot shoots by itself... Roberto Baggio is a big horsetail that flicks away opponents as he flows forward in an elegant wave.

Soccer is a feast for the eyes that watch it and a joy for the body that plays it

Any open net was an unforgivable crime meriting immediate punishment, and [Di Stefano] carried out the sentence by stabbing at it like a mischievous elf.

A pretty move, for the love of God.

If the past has nothing to say to the present, history may go on sleeping undisturbed in the closet where the system keeps its old disguises.

There are those who believe destiny rests at the feet of the gods, but the truth is that it confronts the conscious of man with a burning challenge.

Today we must begin again. Step by small step, without any more protection than comes from our own bodies.

Whatever Latin America sells—raw materials or manufactures—its chief export product is really cheap labor.

The Church says: the body is a sin.Science says: the body is a machine.Advertising says: The body is a business.The Body says: I am a fiesta.

Those who make objectivity a religion are liars. they are scared of human pain. They dont want to be objective, it's a lie: they want to be objects, so as not to suffer.

I am not particularly interested insaving time I prefer to enjoy it.

Disasters are called natural, as if nature were the executioner and not the victim

History never really says goodbye. History says, 'See you later.'

The history of soccer is a sad voyage from beauty to duty. When the sport became an industry, the beauty that blossoms from the joy of play got torn out by its very roots.