Pablo Neruda Quotes & Wallpapers

Pablo Neruda
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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. Pablo Neruda

Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive Pablo Neruda

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. Pablo Neruda

When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun? Pablo Neruda

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree? Pablo Neruda

Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo? What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money? Pablo Neruda

There is no space wider than that of grief ... Pablo Neruda

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

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling. Pablo Neruda

Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride? Pablo Neruda

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness. Pablo Neruda

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life Pablo Neruda

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle. 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 harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult, wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey: we need our hands to wash with and to make fire, and so let our difficult time stand up to infinity with four hands and four eyes. Pablo Neruda

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood. Pablo Neruda

I have gone marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire. My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide. In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst. Pablo Neruda

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done. Pablo Neruda

Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart. Pablo Neruda

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living. Pablo Neruda

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 loved the dawn scratching mountain 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. Pablo Neruda

Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a chain of fish hooks, trailing from the heart, clawing at your insides. Hunger feels like pincers, like the bite of crabs; it burns, burns, and has no fur. Let us sit down soon to eat with all those who haven't eaten; let us spread great tablecloths, put salt in lakes of the world, set up planetary bakeries, tables with strawberries in snow, and a plate like the moon itself from which we can all eat. For now I ask no more than the justice of eating. Pablo Neruda

The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood. Pablo Neruda

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain. Pablo Neruda

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence... Pablo Neruda

I move in the university of the waves. Pablo Neruda

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet. Pablo Neruda

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Pablo Neruda

Hands make the world each day. Pablo Neruda

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre? Pablo Neruda

Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who's never waited for anyone? Pablo Neruda

Love is short, but forgetting is long. Pablo Neruda

I was the owner of my own darkness. 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, with so much yours and mine, with so much signing of papers. I intend to confuse things, to unite them, make them new-born intermingle them, undress them, until the light of the world has the unity of the ocean, a generous wholeness, a fragrance alive and crackling. Pablo Neruda

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

And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed. Pablo Neruda

We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so the freshness lives on 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. Pablo Neruda

I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word. Pablo Neruda

You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that's why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy- a wretched, muddled fate- My love has two lives, in order to love you. -Sonnet XLIV Pablo Neruda

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea. Pablo Neruda

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, from lands which had turned to stone, lands weary of their poor tribes, for when grief took to the roads the people set out and arrived and married new land and water to grow their words again. And so this is the inheritance; this is the wavelength which connects us with dead men and the dawning of new beings not yet come to light. Pablo Neruda

Look around-there's only one thing of danger for you here-poetry. Pablo Neruda

Who hasn't sharpened the edge of his soul? When, just as our eyes are opened, we see hate, and just after learning to walk, we are tripped, and just for wanting to love, we are hated, and for no more than touching, we are hurt, which of us hasn't started to arm himself, to make himself sharp, somehow, like a knife, to pay back the hurt? Pablo Neruda

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

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true. Pablo Neruda

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Pablo Neruda

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss. Pablo Neruda

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things. Pablo Neruda

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world. Pablo Neruda

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes my rage, forgetting everything. Pablo Neruda

Latin America is very fond of the word hope. We like to be called the continent of hope. Candidates for deputy, senator, president, call themselves candidates of hope. Pablo Neruda

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

You are like nobody since I love you. Pablo Neruda

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me. Pablo Neruda

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows. Pablo Neruda

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

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. Pablo Neruda

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations. Pablo Neruda

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. Pablo Neruda

I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks." - Verb. Pablo Neruda

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

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop... 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? Pablo Neruda

Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one. Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda

I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and mine: these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures, fans upon whose feathers love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors - all bear the trace of someone's fingers on their handle or surface, the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness. Pablo Neruda

Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Pablo Neruda

Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords. Pablo Neruda

I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams. Pablo Neruda



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