My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son. Gabriela Mistral More Quotes by Gabriela Mistral More Quotes From Gabriela Mistral In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night. Gabriela Mistral prayer roots night At this moment, by an undeserved stroke of fortune, I am the direct voice of the poets of my race and the indirect voice for the noble Spanish and Portuguese tongues. Gabriela Mistral i-am moment voice race Many things we need can wait. The child cannot. Now is the time his bones are formed, his mind developed. To him we cannot say tomorrow, his name is today. Gabriela Mistral tomorrow mind time today