You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
PABLO NERUDAI do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
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Love is a clash of lightnings
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I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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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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Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
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But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
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To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
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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 have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.
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Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that’s why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.
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Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
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I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
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I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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