For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — 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
“ 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
“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
On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I… — 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
