"The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading."
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Pablo Neruda quotes (page 13 of 15)
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"Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth."
"Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?"
"La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)"
"When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say."
"Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?"
"Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens."
"Is 4 the same 4 for everybody? Are all sevens equal? When the convict ponders the light is it the same light that shines on you?"
"When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun?"
"Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?"
"I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word."
"Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made me keep my heart at a distance from such terror, nor did I waste on revenge or the pursuit of power the forces that came from my selfish griefs or my accumulated joys. It was something else-my helplessness."
"I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics."
"Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called Pablo Neruda?)"
"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?"
"Am I allowed to ask my book / whether it's true I wrote it?"
"White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent."
"While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone."
"I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name."
"O merry, merry, merry, like only dogs know how to be happy and nothing more, with an absolute shameless nature."