Pablo Neruda Quotes
Love! Love until the night collapses!
Of all fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.
Love, how many roads to reach a kiss.
Laughter is the language of the soul.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.
The verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I am everybody and every time,
I always call myself by your name.
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
Oh each successive night that comes has something in it of an abandoned ember that is slowly burning out, and it falls swathed in ruins, surrounded by funereal objects.
So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
I stood on the balcony dark with mourning...
hoping the earth would spread its wings
in my uninhabited love.
From each crime are born bullets
that will one day seek out in you
where the heart lies.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands...
Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams,
fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs
and awakens the blood in the tunnel of sleeplessness
The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.
On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.
Is 4 the same 4 for everybody?
Are all sevens equal?
When the convict ponders the light
is it the same light that shines on you?
Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star,
in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran;
love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes,
two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey.
