Quotes from Pablo Neruda

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

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

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?

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.

I move in the university of the waves.

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.

Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?

As slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and giving life: once again the heart distills them.

Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called Pablo Neruda?)

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.

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

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

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

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

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

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.

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

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