Pablo Neruda Quotes - Page 4

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me.

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.

I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in your hair, come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet, come like a river full of drowned men which flows down to the wild sea, to the eternal surf, to Time! Bring them all to where I am waiting for you; we shall always be alone, we shall always be you and I alone on earth, to start our life!

I need the sea because it teaches me

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.

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.

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

I was the owner of my own darkness.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.