Federico Garcia Lorca Quotes

When it was all over, and I was left alone in my office, I put my face in my hands and wept. I could do nothing less.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

The problem is, when I talk about heartbreak or whatever, people want to melt it down to some break-up of a relationship, but it's not about that. If you're a sensitive person, just stepping outside can be heartbreaking.

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.

I can't even say what my greatest fear is because I, I can't even imagine. Being without my family... I can't even say it because it makes me cry.

I am a broken person.

Emptiness will always cripple me.

I know what it's like to lose.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

No one alive is more tormented nor weaker than myself.

My private life's quite sad.

My greatest affliction... is perhaps the major theme of my writings, the affliction of loneliness that follows me like a shadow, a very ponderous shadow too heavy to drag after me all of my days and nights.

The savages are upon me and I feel my flesh burn beneath the teeth of their indifference.

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.

Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage.

How does it feel when you're alone and you're cold inside

It's not fair to show someone the sun and then banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone. -Acheron

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.