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
I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases..... — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love… — 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
