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.
PABLO NERUDAHe 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.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
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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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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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But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.
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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.
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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
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Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.
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And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
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Love is a clash of lightnings
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