I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again:… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank! — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself? — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say "Things happen." I have to dwell on… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as… — 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
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
