Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
PABLO NERUDA- black
- grey
- blue
- red
- brown
- white
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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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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Love has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
PABLO NERUDALove has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
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I move in the university of the waves.
PABLO NERUDAI move in the university of the waves.
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For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
PABLO NERUDAFor me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
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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 NERUDAThe 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.
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Love! Love until the night collapses!
PABLO NERUDALove! Love until the night collapses!
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And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
PABLO NERUDAAnd when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
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While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
PABLO NERUDAWhile I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
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Love is a clash of lightnings
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I was the owner of my own darkness.
PABLO NERUDAI was the owner of my own darkness.
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
PABLO NERUDAIn the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
PABLO NERUDALove is so short, forgetting is so long.
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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 NERUDAPoetry 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.
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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
PABLO NERUDAI have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
PABLO NERUDAPeace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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