There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
PABLO NERUDAIn 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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If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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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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Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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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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The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
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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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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.
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Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
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By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
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A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
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Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
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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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Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
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