Best Federico Garcia Lorca Quotes
- Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies. Aged
- As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die. Born
- In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world. Alive
- Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery. Allows
- Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night.… Accent
- Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any… Any
- Angel and Muse approach from without; the Angel sheds light and the Muse gives form (Hesiod learned of them). Gold leaf or chiton-folds: the poet… Angel
- The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises… All
- I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake Awake
- At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A frail… Afternoon
- I put my head out of my window and see how much the wind’s knife wants to slice it off. On this unseen guillotine, I’ve… All
- Death laid its eggs in the wound Death
- Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments… Ache
- The Little Mute Boy The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the… Away Put
- ...I am the immense shadow of my tears Immense
- Ditty of First Desire In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I wanted to be… Color
- The weeping of the guitar begins. The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence… Arrow
- If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman. End
- I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads Crossroads
- But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed. Bitten
- Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain. All
- The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of… Ache
- If blue is dream what then innocence? What awaits the heart if Love bears no arrows? Arrows
- Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into… Blackness
- There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal… Any