The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.
PABLO NERUDAFor me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
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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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Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
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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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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
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Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
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Give me silence, water, hope. Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
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I was the owner of my own darkness.
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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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Love is a clash of lightnings
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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
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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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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
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I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
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We must dream our way.
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Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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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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I’m not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day.
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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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The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
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You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
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Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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