Blood Quote by Pablo Neruda Download Open image “What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?” — Pablo Neruda ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Blood Poetry Touched
What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre? — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“This is how I recognize an authentic poet: by frequenting him, living a long time in the intimacy of his work, something changes in myself, not so much my inclinations or my tastes as my very blood, as if a subtle disease had been injected to alter its course, its density and nature. To live around a true poet is… — emil cioran Copy Share
The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones. — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
Most victims of my autobiographical verse are either far too polite, remarkably understanding unaware that I have written poems about them. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Poetry has acquired a fluffy image, which is totally at odds with its real nature. It's not pastel colours, but blood-red and black. If… — Gwyneth Lewis 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
“poetry melts my bones. enters my blood. and changes its composition.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
They say that I am a poet I wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottle emotions and… — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul; you haven't experienced poetry. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“If you’re going to love a poet you should know this. Our words are our truths. Our blood hums with verse. We break easily.… — Jeanette LeBlanc 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
When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone… — Alexander Gordon Smith Copy Share Image
Ye youths and virgins, when your generous blood Has drunk the warmth of fifteen summers, now The loves invite; now to new rapture wakes… — John Armstrong Copy Share Image
In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
I have no intention of retiring. Even my blood sugar is better when I'm working. — Elaine Stritch Copy Share Image
What about you three, where are you going?" Even before Halt answered, Will knew what he was going to say. But that didn't make… — John Flanagan Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
T]he church is not a place. It's not a building. It's not a preaching point. It's not a spiritual service provider. It's a people… — Mark Dever Copy Share Image
I don't think you should ever say, 'This is the last time'. Music isn't like that. You'll be sitting there not wishing to get… — Roger Daltrey Copy Share Image
In this choice of inheritance we have given to our frame of polity the image of a relation in blood; binding up the constitution… — Edmund Burke Copy Share Image
I think cricket is there in Usain Bolt's blood. Since I got to watch from close quarters, it was amazing to see him run… — Harbhajan Singh Copy Share Image
Holy shadows of the dead, I'm not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and… — Alexander the Great Copy Share Image
![“T]he church is not a place. It's not a building. It's not a preaching point. It's not a spiritual service provider. It's a people - the new covenant, blood-bought people of God. That's why Paul said, 'Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her' (Eph. 5:25). He didn't give himself up for a…” quote by Mark Dever](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/7a4/mark-dever-3175_blood_t-he-church-is-not-a-place-it-s-not-a-bu_3297.jpg)
