All Pablo Neruda Quotes
- Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in the world? Ask
- There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude… All
- Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two… Abrupt
- so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on… Asleep
- I love you as one loves certain dark things. Certain
- Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree? Como
- What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre? Blood
- Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo? What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money? Amarillo
- Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself? Finally
- Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never… Always Waiting
- Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon? Alma
- If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life Death
- You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing… Alive
- How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have… Accustomed
- Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage. All
- Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew. Along
- The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in… Among
- Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those… Afternoon
- And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It… Blame
- The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. Bird