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 NERUDALove! Love until the night collapses!
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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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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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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Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
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To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
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I was the owner of my own darkness.
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Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
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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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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
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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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I need the sea because it teaches me.
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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
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Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.
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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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Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
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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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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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The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
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Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
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Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
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I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
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I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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