Quotes from Pablo Neruda

But from each hollow of SpainSpain comes forth.

there are so many people deadand so many sea-walls that the red sun used to split,and so many heads that the boats hit,and so many hands that have closed around kisses,and so many things I would like to forget.

Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido.

Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido. (Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.)

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

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 If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

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

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

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

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

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

Laughter is the language of the soul.

You are like nobody since I love you.

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

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

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 in blood.

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 goodbye.

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....

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

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