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
The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. — 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
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
You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
And it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from 'you are', that I am, and we: and, because of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and… — 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
