While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
PABLO NERUDALaughter is the language of the soul.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
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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?
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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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In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
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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.
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There is no space wider than that of grief.
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My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
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Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
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In the distance someone is singing.
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Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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