So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
PABLO NERUDAI have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
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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 war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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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.
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I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive.
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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 love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
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Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
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To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.
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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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So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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