At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy. — Federico Garcia Lorca Art Copy Share Image
The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife. — Federico Garcia Lorca Bride Copy Share Image
“Porque tú crees que el tiempo cura y que las paredes tapan, y no es verdad, no es verdad.” — Federico García Lorca Amor Copy Share Image
Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once. — Federico Garcia Lorca Feds Copy Share Image
Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!... I'm sure that they are going to Hell head-first. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“When the moon sails out with a hundred faces all the same, the coins made of silver break out in sobs in… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me. — Federico Garcia Lorca Death Copy Share Image
“I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’d drunk a bottle of anise and fallen… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things… — Federico Garcia Lorca Hate Copy Share Image
The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from… — Federico Garcia Lorca Dance Copy Share Image
The day that hunger is eradicated from the earth there will be the greatest spiritual explosion the world has ever known. Humanity… — Federico Garcia Lorca Earth Copy Share Image
... the gitano is the most distinguished, profound and aristocratic element in my country, the one that most represents its Way of… — Federico Garcia Lorca Alphabet Copy Share Image
What shall I say about poetry? What shall I say about those clouds, or about the sky? Look; look at them; look… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Ditty of First Desire In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I… — Federico Garcia Lorca Color Copy Share Image
I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the… — Federico Garcia Lorca Art Copy Share Image
“Madrigals" 1 Like concentric ripples over the water, so in my heart your words. Like a bird that strikes against the wind,… — Federico García Lorca Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to be a… — Federico García Lorca Desire Copy Share Image
“A light which lives on what the flames devour, a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch, a crucifixion by a single wound,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Bitter truth Copy Share Image
New York is a meeting place for every race in the world, but the Chinese, Armenians, Russians, and Germans remain foreigners. So… — Federico Garcia Lorca America Copy Share Image
“...My voice is stained with bloody light, and I see irises dry up at its touch; in my song I wear the… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization. — Federico Garcia Lorca Art Copy Share Image
The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Theatre is poetry that rises from the book and becomes human enough to talk and shout, weep and despair — Federico Garcia Lorca Book Copy Share Image
What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love. — Federico Garcia Lorca Corner Copy Share Image
“…And my heart opened like a flower under sky, its petals of desire, its stamens of dreams…” — Federico García Lorca Blossoming Copy Share Image
I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“Set in place the lovers who will afterwards be photographs.” — Federico García Lorca Love Copy Share Image
In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships. — Federico Garcia Lorca Apprenticeship Copy Share Image
“But hurry! so united, entwined, mouths broken by love and soul bitten, time will find us destroyed” — Federico García Lorca Time Copy Share Image
Everything's a fan. Brother, open up your arms. God is the pivot. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
“I want to sleep for half a second, a second, a minute, a century, but I want everyone to know that I'm… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“Ese es el defecto de las mujeres decentes de estas tierras. ¡No hablar! No hablamos y tenemos que hablar.” — Federico García Lorca Amor Copy Share Image
The day we stop resisting our instincts, we'll have learned how to live. — Federico Garcia Lorca Gay Copy Share Image
