Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
PABLO NERUDAIn the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
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Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
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There is no space wider than that of grief.
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Poetry is an act of peace.
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Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
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I was the owner of my own darkness.
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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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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
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It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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Laughter is the language of the soul.
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Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
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From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
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The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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