Pablo Neruda quote

"I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood."

Pablo Neruda

Born: July 12, 1904

Die: September 23, 1973

Occupation: Senator of Chile

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The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

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And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

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How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads...

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Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

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The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above...

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Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten...

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In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.

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There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

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Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

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It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

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Each in the most hidden sack kept the 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...

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

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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...

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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.

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Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves.

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Pablo Neruda

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...

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Pablo Neruda

Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss which falls from our invincible heights to show the...

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Pablo Neruda

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

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Pablo Neruda

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.

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Pablo Neruda

You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping...

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Pablo Neruda

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest.

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Pablo Neruda

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that...

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Pablo Neruda

Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what...

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Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

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Pablo Neruda

Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.

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Pablo Neruda

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

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Pablo Neruda

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

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Pablo Neruda

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

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Pablo Neruda

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

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Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I...

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Pablo Neruda

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

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Pablo Neruda

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train...

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Pablo Neruda

La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)

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Pablo Neruda

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your...

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Pablo Neruda

Laughter is the language of the soul.

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Pablo Neruda

I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

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Pablo Neruda

We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.

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Pablo Neruda

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black...

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Pablo Neruda

Under your skin the moon is alive.

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Pablo Neruda

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

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Pablo Neruda

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.

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Pablo Neruda

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.

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Pablo Neruda

I need the sea because it teaches me

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Pablo Neruda

O merry, merry, merry, like only dogs know how to be happy and nothing more, with an absolute shameless nature.

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Pablo Neruda

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

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Pablo Neruda

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

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Pablo Neruda

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

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Pablo Neruda

Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I'm going to turn it into hope. Give me all the joys, even the most secret, because otherwise how will these things be known? I have to...

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Pablo Neruda

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves...

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Pablo Neruda

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

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Pablo Neruda

This time is difficult, wait for me: we will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel and rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in...

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Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

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Pablo Neruda

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

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Pablo Neruda

Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with: beautiful is the flower of man, his conduct, and every door opens...

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Pablo Neruda

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

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Pablo Neruda

I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.

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Pablo Neruda

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

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Pablo Neruda

From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative...

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Pablo Neruda

This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we've only just now been born, let's not fill our mouths with so many uncertain names, with so many sad labels, with so many pompous letters,...

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Pablo Neruda

You are like nobody since I love you.

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Pablo Neruda

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.

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Pablo Neruda

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.

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Pablo Neruda

I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in your hair, come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet, come like a river full of...

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Pablo Neruda

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

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Pablo Neruda

Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .

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Pablo Neruda

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

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Pablo Neruda

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could...

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Pablo Neruda

Love is a clash of lightnings

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Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.

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Pablo Neruda

Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

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