I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” From 100 Love Sonnets” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still. For once on the face of the earth let's not… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“ I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I made these sonnets out of wood; I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and that is how they… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I can write the saddest lines tonight. Write for example: ‘The night is fractured and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“He dormido contigo y al despertar tu boca salida de tu sueño me dio el sabor de tierra, de agua” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was a man… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“We had, as men, time So our thirst could slowly be satisfied, the ancestral longing to enumerate things and sum them up, to render… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“ I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
