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.
PABLO NERUDAPeace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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Love! Love until the night collapses!
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Love has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
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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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Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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Poetry is an act of peace.
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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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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
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I believed that the way passed through Man, and that it was from there that destiny had to emerge.
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Tie 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.
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Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
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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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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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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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Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
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Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
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The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
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I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
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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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In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
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