“If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.” — 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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
