“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so… — 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
“Some poems survive it to become poems in another language,” he argued, “but others refuse to live in any language but their… — 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
“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
“Si todos los rios son dulces de donde saca sal el mar? If all rivers are sweet where does the sea get… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses… — 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 can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“ Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“And tell me everything, tell chain by chain, and link by link, and step by step; sharpen the knives you kept hidden… — 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
“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
The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker. — 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
