“I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“I love you like the plant that does not bloom and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,” — 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
“I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget… — 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
“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
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
“Oh, love is a journey with water and stars, with drowning air and storms of flour: love is a clash of lightnings,… — 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
Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots… — 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… — 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
And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your… — 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
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
