Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
PABLO NERUDAAs if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
More Pablo Neruda Quotes
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Love is a clash of lightnings
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From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
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My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
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You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
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What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
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Love, how many roads to obtain a kiss.
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Laughter is the language of the soul.
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To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
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What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
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Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
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Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
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I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
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Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
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While I’m writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.
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The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
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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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In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
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In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.
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Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
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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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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.
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Love is the mystery of water and a star.
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
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