Daily Inspiration Quote by Buenaventura Durruti

A revolution that starts as contraband, smuggled under the ribs. Durruti’s line works because it refuses the usual machinery of political rhetoric: no program, no party, no promise of future glory. Instead, it relocates “the new world” to the only territory the state can’t fully police - interior life - and then insists that this private possession is already becoming public reality. “Here, in our hearts” is both tender and tactical: an emotional anchor that doubles as a survival strategy for a movement constantly hunted, infiltrated, and outgunned.

The subtext is a rebuke to the idea that liberation arrives by decree. For an anarchist revolutionary, institutions are suspect precisely because they harden into new hierarchies. So Durruti sidesteps the blueprints and talks about growth, an organic metaphor that frames revolution less as a coup than as a living practice: mutual aid, workplace control, everyday refusals of obedience. “This minute” adds urgency and a kind of defiant intimacy. It tells comrades: you don’t have to wait for history’s permission; you are history’s engine.

Context sharpens the stakes. Durruti was a central figure in Spanish anarchism and died in the first months of the Spanish Civil War, when Barcelona’s workers briefly made the “new world” feel tangible through collectivized factories and militias. The sentence reads like a rallying cry designed to outlast defeat: even if the fronts collapse, the experiment survives wherever people keep acting as if another society is possible.