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.
PABLO NERUDAToday is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
PABLO NERUDAWhile I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
PABLO NERUDAI have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
PABLO NERUDAWe 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 NERUDAIf nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
PABLO NERUDAA book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.
PABLO NERUDAI 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.
PABLO NERUDAI am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
PABLO NERUDAShyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
PABLO NERUDATie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
PABLO NERUDAAll paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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.
PABLO NERUDAOnly a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
PABLO NERUDAI want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
PABLO NERUDAMy feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
PABLO NERUDA