Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
PABLO NERUDADeath is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
PABLO NERUDAEvery day you play with the light of the universe.
PABLO NERUDAAll paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
PABLO NERUDASo I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
PABLO NERUDAThe tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
PABLO NERUDAFor me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
PABLO NERUDAThe birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
PABLO NERUDALaughter is the language of the soul.
PABLO NERUDAThere were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
PABLO NERUDAIn 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 NERUDAI love you as one loves certain dark things.
PABLO NERUDASomeday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
PABLO NERUDAShyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
PABLO NERUDAThe books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
PABLO NERUDALove, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
PABLO NERUDALove is so short, forgetting is so long.
PABLO NERUDA