For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
PABLO NERUDAFor me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
PABLO NERUDALove is the mystery of water and a star.
PABLO NERUDAHe 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 NERUDAThere were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.
PABLO NERUDAOnce 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.
PABLO NERUDAYou are like nobody since I love you.
PABLO NERUDAThere is no space wider than that of grief.
PABLO NERUDAThe books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
PABLO NERUDAI 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.
PABLO NERUDALove is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
PABLO NERUDAToday is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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 NERUDAHour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
PABLO NERUDAShyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
PABLO NERUDAOur love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that’s why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.
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 NERUDA