"Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her."
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Pablo Neruda quotes (page 10 of 15)
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"Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long."
"Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?"
"Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes, two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey."
"It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive."
"O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower."
"Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name."
"I say love, and the world populates itself with doves."
"Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?"
"I move in the university of the waves."
"I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
"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."
"I am made of earth, and my song made of words."
"Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed."
"Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of Díaz Casanueva; in that language in which Joaquín Edwards preaches nationalism. My discourse is profound; I speak with eloquence and seduction; my words, more than from me, issue from the warm nights, from the many solitary nights on the Red Sea, and when the tiny dancer puts her arm around my neck, I understand that she understands. Magnificent language!"
"Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?"
"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. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. 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 blood."
"It was at that age that poetry came in search of me."
"To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet."
"I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen."