Quotes from Pablo Neruda

I am not a gentle shepherd like the ones in fairy tales, but a good woodsman who shares with you earth, wind, and moutain thorns.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

It was beautiful to live when you lived!

Amo ciò che di tenace ancora sopravvive nei miei occhi, nelle mie camere abbandonate dove abita la luna, e ragni di mia proprietà, e distruzioni che mi sono care, adoro il mio essere perduto, la mia sostanza imperfetta.

I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses.

And the heart sounds like a sour conch, calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic, scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves: the sea reports sonorously on its languid shadows, its green poppies.

My kisses fell, happy as embers.

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, 100 Love Sonnets

Cannot a kiss of spring also kill you? Do you believe that ahead of you grief carries the flag of your destiny?

Remembering her, it is as if my heart were buried in the rain. Again I think it's she, but why would she be coming now? Oh, what sad days! […] Your eyes : two sleepy cups darkened by purple berries from the forest undergrowth. What a leaf, a leaf from a white vine, fragrant and heavy, I could have brought you from the forest. Every- thing flees from this solitude enforced by rain and contemplation.

I adore my own lost being, my imperfect substance

Y por que el sol es tan mal amigo del caminante en el desierto? Y por que el sol es tan simpatico en el jardin del hospital? And why is the sun such a bad companion to the traveler in the desert? And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden?

Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

we shall always be, you and i, alone upon the earth, to begin life.

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.

her eyes were the color of faraway love her arms were matching topazes her lips moved soundlessly in the coral light and ultimately, she left by the door..

Soy un poeta sin ningún precepto pero digo, sin lástima y sin pena: no hay asesino bueno en mi concepto.

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

Book beautiful book, miniscule forest, leaf after leaf your paper smells of the elements. . . .

Zabranjeno je zaboraviti da bez tebe ovaj svijet ne bi bio isti

Every day, hands are creating the world -from In Praise of Ironing

Começarei por dizer, sobre os dias e anos de minha infância, que meu único personagem inesquecível foi a chuva.

My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all timetables.