"Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly."
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Pablo Neruda quotes (page 5 of 15)
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"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps."
"He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains."
"Under your skin the moon is alive."
"It was my destiny to love and say goodbye."
"Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness."
"I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window."
"I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue."
"I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life."
"We have to discard the past / and, as one builds / floor by floor, window by window, / and the building rises, / so do we keep shedding - first, broken tiles, / then proud doors... and each new day / gleams / like an empty / plate."
"I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases."
"With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?"
"I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us."
"I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine."
"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair."
"There is no space wider than that of grief."
"If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death Perhaps the world can teach us as when everything seems dead but later proves to be alive."
"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."
"You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments."
"I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter."