Gabriela Mistral Professions : Poet Born : April 7, 1889 Died : January 10, 1957 Browse All Authors Top 24 quotes by Gabriela Mistral Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we cannot say "tomorrow." Their name is today. Gabriela Mistral teaching education children We are guilty of many errors and many faults, But our worst crime is abandoning the children, Neglecting the fountain of life. Many of the things we need can wait. The child cannot. Right now is the time his bones are being formed, His blood is being made, And his senses are being developed. To him we cannot answer 'Tomorrow.' His name is 'Today.' Gabriela Mistral errors children blood You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul. Gabriela Mistral senses soul giving Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world. Gabriela Mistral speech soul world Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe Gabriela Mistral shadow beauty inspirational Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best. Gabriela Mistral love What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people. Gabriela Mistral artist soul people There is the joy of being healthy and fair, but there is overall the beauty, the immense joy of being useful. Gabriela Mistral immense healthy joy The poet is an untier of knots, and love without words is a knot, and it drowns. Gabriela Mistral knots poet and-love Writing tends to cheer me; it always soothes my spirit and blesses me with the gift of an innocent, tender, childlike day. It is the sensation of having spent a few hours in my homeland, with my customs, free whims, my total freedom. Gabriela Mistral cheer spirit writing Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows. Gabriela Mistral sacred earth pregnancy A crippled child Said, "How shall I dance?" Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: "How shall I sing?" Let your heart sing We said Then spoke the poor dead thistle, "But I, how shall I dance?" Let your heart fly to the wind We said. Then God spoke from above "How shall I descend from the blue?" Come dance for us here in the light We said. All the valley is dancing Together under the sun, And the heart of him who joins us not Is turned to dust, to dust. Gabriela Mistral blue heart children I write poetry because I can’t disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I’ve been the servant of the song that comes, that appears and can’t be buried away. How to seal myself up now?…It no longer matters to me who receives what I submit. What I carry out is, in that respect, greater and deeper than I, I am merely the channel. Gabriela Mistral block spring song I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand. Gabriela Mistral childhood flower hands Now my belly is as noble as my heart. Gabriela Mistral noble heart pregnancy For me, religiosity is ... the constant remembrance of the presence of the soul. Gabriela Mistral constant remembrance soul All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life! Gabriela Mistral sweat flesh night Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps. Gabriela Mistral sleep pregnancy children I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost. Gabriela Mistral lost-ones rose joy My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son. Gabriela Mistral grief faces son Similar Authors Abdellatif Laabi poet Ihara Saikaku poet Abram Joseph Ryan poet Ingeborg Bachmann poet Izumi Shikibu poet Bion of Smyrna poet All Authors
