There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
PABLO NERUDA
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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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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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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And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
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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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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 is so short, forgetting is so long.
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In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
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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 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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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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I love you as one loves certain dark things.
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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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We 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.
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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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Poetry 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.
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