Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we cannot say "tomorrow." Their name is today. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead;… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
The poet is an untier of knots, and love without words is a knot, and it drowns. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
At this moment, by an undeserved stroke of fortune, I am the direct voice of the poets of my race and the indirect voice… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows. — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
