For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I love you like the plant that does not bloom and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love all the things there are, and of all fires love is the only inexhaustible one; and that's why I go… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“In you the earth… Little rose, roselet, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I Ask for Silence" Now they can leave me in peace. Now they grow used to my absence. I am going to… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Before loving you, love, nothing was mine: I hesitated through the streets and things: nothing mattered or had a name: the world… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you… — 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
