Relish the fresh landscape of my wound, break rushes and delicate rivulets, drink blood poured on honeyed thigh. Federico Garcia Lorca More Quotes by Federico Garcia Lorca More Quotes From Federico Garcia Lorca To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. Federico Garcia Lorca unrequited-love punishment memorable I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace. Federico Garcia Lorca enjoy sides The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves. Federico Garcia Lorca drinking song people Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night. Federico Garcia Lorca every-night night The day that hunger is eradicated from the earth there will be the greatest spiritual explosion the world has ever known. Humanity cannot imagine the joy that will burst into the world. Federico Garcia Lorca humanity spiritual joy 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 within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art. Federico Garcia Lorca voice strong art Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world. Federico Garcia Lorca earth steps world The day we stop resisting our instincts, we'll have learned how to live. Federico Garcia Lorca lgbt instinct gay The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with it. There, as nowhere else, you feel a total absence of the spirit: herds of men who cannot count past three, herds more who cannot get past six, scorn for pure science and demoniacal respect for the present. And the terrible thing is that the crowd that fills the street believes that the world will always be the same and that it is their duty to keep that huge machine running, day and night, forever. Federico Garcia Lorca wall running believe I've often lost myself, in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake Federico Garcia Lorca awake lost order I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads Federico Garcia Lorca labyrinth giants world As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die. Federico Garcia Lorca worried born worry Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water. Federico Garcia Lorca kissing love-is water A nation that does not support and encourage its theater is - if not dead - dying; just as a theater that does not capture with laughter and tears the social and historical pulse, the drama of its people, the genuine color of the spiritual and natural landscape, has no right to call itself theater; but only a place for amusement. Federico Garcia Lorca laughter spiritual drama At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy. Federico Garcia Lorca melancholy essentials art The snow is falling on the deserted field of my life, and my hopes, which roam far, are afraid of becoming frozen or lost. Federico Garcia Lorca frozen snow fall The duende....Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents: a wind with the odour of a child's saliva, crushed grass, and medusa's veil, announcing the endless baptism of freshly created things. Federico Garcia Lorca baptism wind children The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate. Federico Garcia Lorca hate life people Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain. Federico Garcia Lorca pain stars heart The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen. Federico Garcia Lorca humanity spiritual world
