Pablo Neruda
47 quotes
Biography
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
"Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
"Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life."
"I wantTo do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
"Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."
"As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
"so I wait for you like a lonely housetill you will see me again and live in me.Till then my windows ache."
"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming."
"But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me."
"I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."
"You are like nobody since I love you."
"We the mortals touch the metals,the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,knowing they will go on, inert or burning,and I was discovering, naming all the these things:it was my destiny to love and say goodbye."
"In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood."
"Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way"
"I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
"It was at that agethat poetry came in search of me."
"Love! Love until the night collapses!"
"I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."
"And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind."
"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps."
"Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly."
"I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream."
"Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread."
"I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep,downward, in the soaked guts of the earth,absorbing and thinking, eating each day."