Poetry is an act of peace.
PABLO NERUDALet us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
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Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
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I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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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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I love you as one loves certain dark things.
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To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
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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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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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I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.
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I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
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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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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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There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
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While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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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 love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
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If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
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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.
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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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Love is a clash of lightnings
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