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Pablo Neruda Quotes: 39

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
100 Love Sonnets
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
100 Love Sonnets
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Love: Ten Poems
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
I wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
so I wait for you like a lonely housetill you will see me again and live in me.Till then my windows ache.
100 Love Sonnets
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
You are like nobody since I love you.
We the mortals touch the metals,the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,knowing they will go on, inert or burning,and I was discovering, naming all the these things:it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Still Another Day
In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
100 Love Sonnets
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada; Cien sonetos de amor
I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Love! Love until the night collapses!
Machu Picchu
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.
100 Love Sonnets
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
100 Love Sonnets
Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
100 Love Sonnets
I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream.
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep,downward, in the soaked guts of the earth,absorbing and thinking, eating each day.
I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.....
You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.
The Captain's Verses
Love is a clash of lightnings
100 Love Sonnets
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos
Donde termina el arco iris,en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end,in your soul or on the horizon?
The Book of Questions
No, my dog used to gaze at me,paying me the attention I need,the attention requiredto make a vain person like me understandthat, being a dog, he was wasting time,but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,he’d keep on gazing at mewith a look that reserved for me aloneall his sweet and shaggy life,always near me, never troubling me,and asking nothing.
Our love was bornoutside the walls,in the wind,in the night,in the earth,and that's why the clay and the flower,the mud and the rootsknow your name.
Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola,mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable.
So the freshness lives onin a lemon,in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,the proportions, arcane and acerb.
Odes to Common Things
Y por que el sol es tan mal amigodel caminante en el desierto?Y por que el sol es tan simpaticoen el jardin del hospital?And why is the sun such a bad companionto the traveler in the desert?And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden?
The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.