Quotes from Pablo Neruda

And I watch my words from a long way off.. They are more YOURS than mine.. They climb on my old suffering like ivy...

I have named you queen. There are taller ones than you, taller. There are purer ones than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier.   But you are the queen.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes? Or are they invisible rivers that run toward sadness?

I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time. No one else will travel through the shadows with me, only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Sufre más el que espera siempre Que aquel que nunca esperó a nadie?

Dónde van las cosas del sueño? Se van al sueño de otros?

Hay una estrella mas abierta que la palabra 'amapola'? Is there a star more wide open than the word 'poppy?

I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was a man transported by chance with a woman vaguely found, we undressed as if to die or swim or grow old and we thrust ourselves one inside the other, she surrounding me like a hole, I cracking her like a bell, for she was the sound that wounded me and the hard dome determined to tremble.

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

I love you in order to begin loving you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that is why I do not love you yet.

Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mío: vacilé por las calles y las cosas: nada contaba ni tenía nombre: el mundo era del aire que esperaba.

It's hard to tell if we close our eyes or if night opens in us other starred eyes, if it burrows into the wall of our dream till some other door opens. But the dream is only the flitting costume of one moment, is spent in one beat of the darkness, and falls at our feet, cast off as the day stirs and sails away with us. -from In the Tower

And so this letter ends with no sadness: my feet are firm upon the earth, my hand writes this letter on the road, and in the midst of life I shall be always beside the friend, facing the enemy, with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

Que aprendeu a árvore da terra para conversar com o céu? What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses---that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being and unites all living things.

You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Es la hora, amor mío, de apartar esta rosa sombría, cerrar las estrellas, enterrar la ceniza en la tierra: y en la insurrección de la luz, despertar con los que despertaron o seguir en el sueño alcanzando la otra orilla del mar que no tiene otra orilla.

And I, tiny being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain, and link by link, and step by step; sharpen the knives you kept hidden away, thrust them into my breast, into my hands, like a torrent of sunbursts, an Amazon of buried jaguars, and leave me cry: hours, days and years, blind ages, stellar centuries.

Why is it so hard, the sweetness of the heart of the cherry? Is it because it must die or because it must carry on?

kapag ako ay umalis kapag ako ay bumalik ipagkait mo na sa akin ang tinapay, ang hangin, ang liwanag at ang tagsibol huwag lamang ang iyong ngiti dahil ito'y aking ikasasawi

The Potter Your whole body is A glass of wine Or sweetness destined for me. When I raise my hand, I find in every place a dove Seeking for me, As if, my love, You were made of clay For my very hands of a potter. Your knees, your breasts, Your waist, Disappear in me like in a hollow Of a thirsting earth Where they lose A form, And together We become like a single river, Like a single grain of sand.

Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba; You have vines and stars in your hair; Naked, you are spacious and yellow As summer in a golden church.