“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
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it's own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I'm going to turn it into hope. Give… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, youll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
As slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we've only just now been born, let's not fill our mouths with… — 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
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
“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
“If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics. — 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
Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles? — 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
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed,… — 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
“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
No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“This is what I am, I'll say, to leave this written excuse. This is my life. Now it is clear this couldn't… — 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
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
