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
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war… — 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
Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want… — 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
Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower… — 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
