"And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?"
Quote collection
Pablo Neruda quotes (page 14 of 15)
289 quotes — follow a thought to its full quote page.
"Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue,with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree."
"Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name."
"The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight"
"Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish."
"If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living."
"What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?"
"About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you"
"And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. It climbs the same way on damp walls. You are to blame for this cruel sport. They are fleeing from my dark lair. You fill everything, you fill everything. Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy, and they are more used to my sadness than you are. Now I want them to say what I want to say to you to make you hear as I want you to hear me."
"When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew."
"We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so the freshness lives on"
"For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing."
"When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?"
"She did not speak for speech was unknown to her."
"I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb."
"Megaphone in which the wind passes singing."
"Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart."
"So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb."
"Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain?"
"There's a country spread out in the sky, a credulous carpet of rainbows and crepuscular plants: I move toward it just a bit haggardly, trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade to dream in a bedlam of vegetables."