Pablo Neruda Quotes

She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.

Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood.

Oh each successive night that comes has something in it of an abandoned ember that is slowly burning out, and it falls swathed in ruins, surrounded by funereal objects.

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.

Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain?

And the heart sounds like a sour conch, calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic, scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:the sea reports sonorouslyon its languid shadows, its green poppies.

With kisses your mouth taught memy lips came to know fire.

Dark is the world’s night without you my love,

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

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.

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

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.

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?

Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.

It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me.

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.....

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

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.

So the freshness lives onin a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola, mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable.

La heradera del dia destruida.(The heiress of the destroyed day.)

A book, a book fullof human touches, of shirts, a bookwithout loneliness, with menand tools, a bookis victory.

Soy el desesperado, la palabra sin ecos, el que lo perdiò todo, y el que todo lo tuvo.

Las lágrimas que no se lloranesperan en pequeños lagos?O serán ríos invisiblesque corren hacia la tristeza?

I shivered in thosesolitudeswhen I heardthe voiceofthe saltin the desert.

Where were you then?Who else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinitoy para no dejar de amarte nunca:por eso no te amo todavía.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

You are the trembling of time, that passesbetween vertical light and darkened sky,

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyesand I look at you lying on the earth

my beauty, flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold, my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on your forehead, love, I love you because you are clear and dark.

With which stars do they go on speaking, the rivers that never reach the sea?

Come see the cherry trees of a water constellationand the round key of the rapid universe, come touch the fire of instantaneous blue, come before its petals are consumed.

from that terrible love the soft pure handsgave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses.

Love brought its tail of pains, its long static beam of thorns, and we close our eyes so that nothing, so that no wound will separate us.

No one will retrieve my lost heartamidst so many roots, in the bitter freshnessof the sun multiplied by the fury of the water, there the shadow lives that does not travel with me.

I cannot quit your love without dying.

I love you in order to begin loving you, to start infinity againand never to stop loving you:that is why I do not love you yet.

I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where, I love you directly without problems or pride:I love you this way because I know no other way to love,

I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair

I touched you and my life stopped