For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — 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… — 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… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“ I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I made these sonnets out of wood; I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and that is how they… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
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
“I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you… — 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
The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the… — 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
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
