Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive.
PABLO NERUDADeath is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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Perhaps the earth can teach us As when everything seems dead And later proves to be alive.
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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.
PABLO NERUDAThe 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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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDATonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
PABLO NERUDAAnd one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
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In the distance someone is singing.
PABLO NERUDAIn the distance someone is singing.
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Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
PABLO NERUDAToday is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
PABLO NERUDAOnly a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
PABLO NERUDAWhat did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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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.
PABLO NERUDASomeday, 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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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?
PABLO NERUDAWhen 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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Laughter is the language of the soul.
PABLO NERUDALaughter is the language of the soul.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
PABLO NERUDAWhat does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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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.
PABLO NERUDAHate 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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Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
PABLO NERUDAGive me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
PABLO NERUDALove is so short, forgetting is so long.
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
PABLO NERUDAI can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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