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Pablo Neruda - From the Books category:
The books that help you most are those which make you think the most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Books category:
Am I allowed to ask my book / whether it's true I wrote it? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Children category:
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Creativity category:
Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when... (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Critics category:
What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Desire category:
Give me silence, water, hope / Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Discovery category:
Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Dreams category:
We must dream our way. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Drunkenness category:
- 100 Love Sonnets ...
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. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Drunkenness category:
I like on the table, / when we're speaking, / the light of a bottle / of intelligent wine. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Earth category:
Oh Earth, Wait for Me ... Earth, give me back your pure gifts, / the towers of silence which rose / from the solemnity of their roots. / I want to go back to being what I have not been, /and learn to go back from such deeps that among all natural things / I could live or not live... (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Fire category:
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Fire category:
As if you were on fire from within. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Form category:
I asked of every thing / if it had / something more, / something more than shape and form, / and I learned that way that nothing is empty -- / everything is a box, a train, a boat / loaded with implications, / every foot that walked along a path / left a telegram written in the stone, / and clothes in the washing water / dripped out their whole existence. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Humour category:
Laughter is the language of the soul. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Importance category:
And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Insecurity category:
I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,
insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
going on down, into the moist guts of the earth, taking in and thinking, eating every day. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Intellect category:
When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Journey category:
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Language category:
- The Book of Questions...
In what language does rain fall over tormented cities? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Language category:
How is the translation of their languages /
Arranged with the birds? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Life category:
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Light category:
How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Light category:
Sometimes a piece of the sun burned like a coin between my hands. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Loneliness category:
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Love category:
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Miracles category:
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 (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Mysteries category:
Love is the mystery of water and a star. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Nature category:
Green was the silence, wet was the light, / the month of June trembled like a butterfly. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Patience category:
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Pets category:
I should like to sleep like a cat, / with all the fur of time, / with a tongue rough as flint, / with the dry sex of fire; / and after speaking to no one, / stretch myself over the world, / over roofs and landscapes, / with a passionate desire / to hunt the rats in my dreams. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Pets category:
My dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Play category:
Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Poetry category:
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Poetry category:
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Questions category:
Where does the rainbow end, / in your soul or on the horizon? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Questions category:
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in the world? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Questions category:
- The Book of Questions...
What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Renewal category:
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Renewal category:
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. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Sadness category:
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Sadness category:
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Senses category:
I want to see thirst / In the syllables, / Touch fire / In the sound; / Feel through the dark / For the scream. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Silence category:
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. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Sleep category:
When I sleep every night, / what am I called or not called? / And when I wake, who am I / if I was not I while I slept? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Sleep category:
- from In the Tower...
It's hard to tell / if we close our eyes or if night / opens in us other starred eyes, / if it burrows into the wall of our dream / till some other door opens. / But the dream
is only the flitting costume of one moment, / is spent in one beat / of the darkness, / and falls at our feet, cast off / as the day stirs and sails away with us. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Solitude category:
There is no insurmountable solitude. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Suffering category:
Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who's never waited for anyone? (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Time category:
Time, you beckon. Before you were perfect space, open prairie. Today you are a thread, a drop, a slender light scurrying like a hare towards thickets of concave night. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Universe category:
Every day you play with the light of the universe. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Windows category:
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Words category:
And I watch my words from a long way off. / They are more yours than mine. / They climb on my old suffering like ivy. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Words category:
You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend... I bow to them... I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down... I love words so much... The unexpected ones... The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop... (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Words category:
- Memoirs...
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... 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. (Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda - From the Writing category:
While I'm writing, I'm far away; / and when I come back, I've gone. (Pablo Neruda)
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