If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“If suddenly you do not exist, if suddenly you no longer live, I shall live on. I do not dare, I do… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life — 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
“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“death stretches out like a clothesline, and then suddenly blows: blows a dark sound that swells the sheets and beds are sailing… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool., the expert in solitary confinement. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“LXXIX When I die, I want your hands on my eyes. I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Fear envelops bones like new skin, envelops blood with night’s skin, the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet - it… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“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 Image
