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Pablo Neruda

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
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Breathe Live Writing
Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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Love Mystery One Liner Stars Water
He 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.
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Book Die Finding Grace Himself Listen Music Rading Travel
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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Fruit Grief Hunger Miracle Ruin Thirst
Once 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.
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Cold Death Distance Earth Owe Rain Silence
You are like nobody since I love you.
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Couple I Love You Valentine
There is no space wider than that of grief.
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Grief One Liner Space
The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
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Book Help Thinking
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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Couple Girlfriend Hate I Love You Love Valentine Wife
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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Body Light Love Ruin Sweet War
Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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Doubt Inspirational Let Go Past Present
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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Finding Happiness Inspirational Life Yourself
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
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Happiness Nostalgia Solitude
Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart – a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
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Condition Dimension Foreign Heart Lead Loneliness Shy
Our 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.
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Born Couple Flower Love Outside Valentine Wall Winds
So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
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Ache House Live Loneliness Love Wait Window

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