He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.
PABLO NERUDAWe must dream our way.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
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Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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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 in blood.
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I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
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I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
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Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
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It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
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Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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