black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Related Topics

Break Up I Love You Misisng Night Sad Writing

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
PABLO NERUDA

Children Forever Live Lost Man Missing Play
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
PABLO NERUDA

Feed Feeling Fire Life Love People
While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
PABLO NERUDA

Away Come Back Far Writing
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 NERUDA

Book Die Finding Grace Himself Listen Music Rading Travel
For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
PABLO NERUDA

Breathe Live Writing
Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
PABLO NERUDA

Death Stone
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
PABLO NERUDA

Couple Crave Missing
Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
PABLO NERUDA

Blood Hate Transparent Water
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
PABLO NERUDA

Couple Forget Glimpse Love Missing Window
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
PABLO NERUDA

Come Cut Flower Healing Inspirational Spring
In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
PABLO NERUDA

Couple Kiss Romantic
In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.
PABLO NERUDA

Lose Love Sea Yourself
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
PABLO NERUDA

Ceremony Childhood Garden Wild
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.
PABLO NERUDA

Air Couple Dirt Dust Fire Flower Return Water
I was the owner of my own darkness.
PABLO NERUDA

Acceptance Darkness Healing Owner
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
PABLO NERUDA

Darkness Defeat Heart Love Myself Night Sleep Togetherness
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
PABLO NERUDA

Divide Life Poetry Politics
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
PABLO NERUDA

Lake Tears Wait
It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
PABLO NERUDA

Break Up Destiny Distance Goodnessbye Love
In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
PABLO NERUDA

Beginning Dreamss Eyes Land Morning Positive
Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
PABLO NERUDA

Giving Hope Inspirational Iron Silence Struggle Water
The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
PABLO NERUDA

Colour Complete Food Gift Offer Tomato
Laughter is the language of the soul.
PABLO NERUDA

Language Laughter One Liner Soul
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
PABLO NERUDA

Happiness Nostalgia Solitude
Poetry is an act of peace.
PABLO NERUDA

Action One Liner Peace Poetry
But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
PABLO NERUDA

Born Bullet Crime Heart Lie Seek
And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
PABLO NERUDA

Appearance Body Couple River Sky Sound Valentine World

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes