The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth.… — 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
“ Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars… — 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
“Forgive me if my eyes see no more clearly than sea foam, please forgive that my form grows outward without license and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes.… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Goodbye, goodbye, to one place or another, to every mouth, to every sorrow, to the insolent moon, to weeks which wound in… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“October Fullness” Little by little, and also in great leaps, life happened to me, and how insignificant this business is. These veins… — 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
There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent distant and full of sorrow as though 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 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
