A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn’t play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
PABLO NERUDAAnd when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
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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 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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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
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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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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
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Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
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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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From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
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Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
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If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
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As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when.
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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?
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Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
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I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
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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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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
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I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
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