I 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.
PABLO NERUDAPoetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
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The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
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All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
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Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
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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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Love has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
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Love is a clash of lightnings
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I love you as one loves certain dark things.
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Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.
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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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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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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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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
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Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
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Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
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There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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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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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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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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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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I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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