Federico García Lorca Quotes

Las viejas vemos a través de las paredes.

En la bandera de la libertad bordé el amor más grande de mi vida.

When the moon sails out
with a hundred faces all the same,
the coins made of silver
break out in sobs in the pocket.

You have always been smart. You have always looked for the worst in people, and have been quick to notice when people are up to no good... But in the case of your children, you are blind.

Un muerto en España está más vivo como muerto que en ningún sitio del mundo.

Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of
the dead dahlias.
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along.

Julieta, la noche no es un momento, pero un momento puede durar toda la noche.

Small unhurt sorrows approach the hospitals
and every day the dead take off a suit of blood.
The architectures of frost,
the lyres and moans that escape the tiny leaves
in autumn, soaking the final slopes,
died out in the blackness of felt hats.

"Quasida of the Woman Prone"

To see you naked is to remember the Earth,
the smooth Earth, clean of horses,
the Earth without reeds, pure form,
closed to the future, confine of silver.

To see you naked is to understand the desire
of rain that looks for the delicate waist,
or the fever of the broad-faced sea
that cannot find the light of its cheek.

Blood will ring through the bedrooms
and will come with flaming swords,
but you will not know the hiding places
of the violet or the heart of the toad.

Your womb is a struggle of roots.
Your lips are a dawn without contour.
Under the lukewarm roses of the bed
the dead men moan, awaiting their return.

Los caballos negros son.
Las herraduras son negras.
Sobre las capas relucen
manchas de tinta y de cera.
Tienen, por eso no lloran,
de plomo las calaveras.
Con el alma de charol
vienen por la carretera.

If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman.

Gelmek istemiyor gece..
Ne sen gelebiliyorsun o yüzden
Ne de ben gidebiliyorum.
Ama ben gideceğim.
Akrepten bir güneş şakağımı yese de...
Ama sen geleceksin.
Dilin tuzlu yağmurlarca yakılmış olsa da...

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

I've often lost myself,
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake