Pablo Neruda Quotes

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

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

I shivered in thosesolitudeswhen I heardthe voiceofthe saltin the desert.

The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth. Farther away and nearer still, still it came from dead fathers and from wondering races,...

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

beyond the earth and the shadowthe brightness of our love will stay alive

If suddenly you do not exist,if suddenly you no longer live,I shall live on.I do not dare,I do not dare to write it,if you die.I shall live on.For where a man has no voice,there, my voice.Where blacks...

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

Our love was bornoutside the walls,in the wind,in the night,in the earth,and that's why the clay and the flower,the mud and the rootsknow your name.

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.

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?What primal night does Man touch with his senses?Ay, Love i...

I was born anew, owner of my own darkness.

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.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad netstowards your oceanic eyes.There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,its arms turning like a drowning man's.I send out red signals across...

The days aren't discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues,the journeys go and come between honey and pain.No, the net of years doesn'...

Por que en las epocas oscurasse escribe con tinta invisible?Why in the darkest agesdo they write with invisible ink?

I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one ca...