Pablo Neruda Quotes about Pain

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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Pablo Neruda

Love, Pain, Long

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair "Poem 20" l. 28 (1924) (translation byW. S. Merwin)

The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river. Sleep doesn't divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor: life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones.

Pablo Neruda

Pain, Struggle, Fall

Pablo Neruda (1984). “Still Another Day”, Port Townsend : Copper Canyon Press

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

Pain, Writing, Suffering

Pablo Neruda, “Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines”

Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I'm going to turn it into hope. Give me all the joys, even the most secret, because otherwise how will these things be known? I have to tell them, give me the labors of everyday, for that's what I sing.

Pablo Neruda

Pain, Giving, Joy

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.

Pablo Neruda

Song, Pain, Moving

Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.535, Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don't belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride?

Pablo Neruda

Pain, Pride, Blood