Pablo Neruda Quotes

A collection of quotes by Pablo Neruda.

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) was a renowned Chilean poet and diplomat. He achieved international recognition for his powerful poetry, often addressing themes of love, exile, and political activism. Neruda's deep admiration for nature and his profound empathy for human suffering can be felt in his extensive body of work, including collections like "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" and "Residence on Earth." Neruda received numerous literary awards, including the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1971. His poetry continues to inspire generations with its beautiful language and profound insights into the human experience.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topazor arro

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topazor arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain dark things,secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving

I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving to not loving you,From waiting to not waiting for youMy heart moves from cold to fire.I love you only because it's you the one I love;I hate you deeply, and hating youBend to you, and the measure of my changing love for youIs that I do not see you but love you blindly.Maybe January light will consumeMy heart with its cruelRay, stealing my key to true calm.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 blood.

Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memory,i

Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memory,intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,the fragment of public or private happiness.A few, the wolves, collected thighs,other men loved the dawn scratchingmountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.For me happiness was to share singing,praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:my life had no use on earth.

Poetry Love Memory Kisses Pablo Neruda

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte,para recomenzar el infinito

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte,para recomenzar el infinitoy para no dejar de amarte nunca:por eso no te amo todavÃa.

Poetry Love Beautiful Spanish

As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lin

As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Beauty Love Passion Inner Beauty

Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop

Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land

Love Heartbreak Inspirational Moving On Living Forgetting

Now, on the road to freedom, I was pausing for a moment near

Now, on the road to freedom, I was pausing for a moment near Temuco and could hear the voice of the water that had taught me to sing.

The Night in Isla Negra

The Night in Isla Negra

The Eighth of September

The Eighth of September

You are the daughter of the sea,oregano's first cousin.Swimm

You are the daughter of the sea,oregano's first cousin.Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;cook, your blood is quick as the soil.Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;you know the deep essence of water and the earth,conjoined in you like a formula for clay.Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.This is how you become everything that lives.And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my armsthat push back the shadows so that you can rest -vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.

In this busy world, we should never be a stranger to love an

In this busy world, we should never be a stranger to love and compassion. It is the fertile soil in the garden of peace.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Authors & Writing

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.