The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth.… — 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
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
A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed,… — 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
