Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“He dormido contigo y al despertar tu boca salida de tu sueño me dio el sabor de tierra, de agua” — 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
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
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
Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how… — 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
“yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Before loving you, love, nothing was mine: I hesitated through the streets and things: nothing mattered or had a name: the world… — 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
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — 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
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
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 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
“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
“I can write the saddest lines tonight. Write for example: ‘The night is fractured and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken… — 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 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
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
To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet. — 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
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, 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
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
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
“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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“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
“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“ I Like For You To Be Still I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
