You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
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
I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the… — 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
You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,… — 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
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
“if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
This time is difficult, wait for me: we will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise 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
“Why did you pour tender fire so quickly, over my life’s cool leaves? Who pointed the way to you? What flower, what… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth… — 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
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and… — 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
We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor… — 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
