Pablo Neruda Quotes

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.