Quote by Pablo Neruda

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.

— Pablo Neruda

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

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

“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

“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

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

— Pablo Neruda

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

“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

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

“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

Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive

— Pablo Neruda

“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