Life is laughter amid a rosary of death. — Federico Garcia Lorca

My poetry is a game. My life is a game. But I am not a game. — Federico Garcia Lorca

The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along. — Federico Garcia Lorca

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

What you wouldn’t have suspected lives & trembles in the air. Those treasures of the day you keep just out of reach. These come & go in truckloads but no one stops to see them. — Federico Garcia Lorca

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

I’m satisfied. I am progressively making my life and my name in the surest and purest manner. If I catch on in the theater, as I think I will, all the doors will gladly open wide for me. — Federico Garcia Lorca

In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world. — Federico García Lorca

A dead man in Spain is more alive than a dead man anywhere in the world. — Federico Garcia Lorca

Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world. — Federico Garcia Lorca

The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in Cuba, in our America, they make much better cocktails. — Federico Garcia Lorca

The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen. — Federico Garcia Lorca

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

The world is a shoulder of dark meat (black flesh of an old mule). And the light is on the other side. — Federico Garcia Lorca

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That’s what makes the world go round. — Federico Garcia Lorca

To see you naked is to recall the Earth. — Federico Garcia Lorca

At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy. — Federico Garcia Lorca

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 sand. — Federico Garcia Lorca

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain. — Federico Garcia Lorca

The dancer’s trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the ruffles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers. — Federico Garcia Lorca

In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow. — Federico Garcia Lorca

Damned, damned be the rich! May not even their fingernails be left!… I’m sure that they are going to Hell head–first. — Federico Garcia Lorca

I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry. — Federico Garcia Lorca

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 placed the eyeless head of all my desires. — Federico Garcia Lorca

My head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild, pierced with shards of glass. — Federico Garcia Lorca

Ever since I got married I’ve been thinking night and day about whose fault it was, and every time I think about it, out comes a new fault to eat up the old one; but always there’s a fault left. — Federico Garcia Lorca

Every song is the remains of love. Every light the remains of time. A knot of time. And every sigh the remains of a cry.–Every Song — Federico García Lorca

But hurry! so united, entwined, mouths broken by love and soul bitten, time will find us destroyed — Federico García Lorca

But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed. — Federico Garcia Lorca

I want to sleep for half a second, a second, a minute, a century, but I want everyone to know that I’m still alive… — Federico García Lorca