Quotes About Heart

And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.

I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.

from all the graces of my homeland I chose only your savage heart.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mine and let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyes and I look at you lying on the earth

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire.

No one will retrieve my lost heart amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness of the sun multiplied by the fury of the water, there the shadow lives that does not travel with me.

the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

Para mi corazón basta tu pecho, para tu libertad bastan mis alas.»

The street heaves and winds, burns and bumps, but behind the glass the locksmith, the old curator of timepieces, stands motionless with a single protruding eye, one amazing eye which peers into the mystery, the secret hearts of clocks, and looks deeply in until the elusive butterfly of time in its measure is trapped in his forehead and the wings of the watch beat. -from To Don Asterio Alarcón, Clocksmith of Valparaíso

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.

Para mi corazón basta tu pecho, para tu libertad bastan mis alas.

Y yo, mínimo ser, ebrio del gran vacío constelado, a semejanza, a imagen del misterio, me sentí parte pura del abismo, rodé con las estrellas, mi corazón se desató en el viento.

while inside, a ferocious love wound around and around me-till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword, slashing a seared road through my heart 100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda, translated by Stephen Tapscott

Te oigo y respiras, amor mío, dormimos.

You, I remember as you were last autumn. You were the gray beret and the heart in calm. In your eyes clashed the flames of twilight. And the leaves would fall in the water of your soul.

De pena en pena cruza sus islas el amor y establece raíces que luego riega el llanto, y nadie puede, nadie puede evadir los pasos del corazón que corre callado y carnicero.

El amor supo entonces que se llamaba amor. Y cuando levanté mis ojos a tu nombre tu corazón de pronto dispuso mi camino.

Para mi corazón basta tu pecho, para tu libertad bastan mis alas. Desde mi boca llegará hasta el cielo lo que estaba dormido sobre tu alma.

I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

La timidité est une condition étrange du coeur, une catégorie, une dimension qui débouche sur la solitude. C'est aussi une souffrance dont on ne peut se défaire, comme si l'on avait deux épidermes et que la deuxième peau intérieure s'irritait et se contractait devant la vie. J'avoue que j'ai vécu