“What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.” Quote by Federico Garcia Lorca
“Just as the light and weightless vegetation of saltpeter floats over the old walls of houses as soon as the owner gets careless, so the literary vocation springs up in you.” LightHouseWallSpringOwnersVocationFloatsCarelessVegetation Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife.” TodayWhiteWifeTomorrowBridesMaidens Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“We're all like the little sailor. From the harbors we hear the strains of accordions and the murky soapy noises of the docks, from the mountains we receive the dish of silence that the shepherds eat, but we don't hear more than our own distances. And what distances without end and without doors and without mountains!” LittlesEndsSilenceDoorsMountainDistanceNoiseDishesStrainHarborsSailorShepherdsDocksAccordions Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The world is a shoulder of dark meat (black flesh of an old mule). And the light is on the other side.” WorldLightSidesBlackDarkFleshShouldersMeatMules Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno.” AnimalEternalDevilIntenseMysticMuteHailInferno Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?” LittlesBlackHorseRiders Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.” LonelyWitheredWithered Leaves Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.” ChildrenMotherParentSonDaughterOur ChildrenLongingParentingYour ChildrenProphetRaising ChildrenBeing A ParentSon And DaughterChild DevelopmentBows And Arrows Author:Khalil Gibran
“I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.” LostCuttingSeaFlowerEarsTongueAgonyLost Myself Author:Federico Garcia Lorca