Top 100 Pablo Neruda Quotes
#1. He who has nothing - it has been said many times - has nothing to lose but his chains.
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#2. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
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#3. Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
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#4. Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?
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#5. I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees
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#6. Sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.
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#7. Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.
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#8. I could not walk
except with you,
... I could not sing
except when you sing.
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#9. With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?
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#10. Sufre mas el que espera siempre
que aquel que nunca espero a nadie?
Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who's never waited for anyone?
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#11. Every day, hands are creating the world"
-from "In Praise of Ironing
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#12. I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
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#13. My eyes were consumed by your loveliness, but you have become my eyes.
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#14. No one will retrieve my lost heart
amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness
of the sun multiplied by the fury of the water,
there the shadow lives that does not travel with me.
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#16. In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
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#17. I f nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.
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#18. Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes, two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey.
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#19. Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?
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#20. You make me thank god for every mistake I ever made, Because each one led me down the path that brought me to you.
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#21. With kisses your mouth taught me
my lips came to know fire.
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#22. Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness
And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.
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#23. And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.
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#24. If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land
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#26. Er eyes were the color of faraway love
her arms were matching topazes
her lips moved soundlessly in the coral light
and ultimately, she left by the door..
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#27. Hay una estrella mas abierta
que la palabra 'amapola'?
Is there a star more wide open
than the word 'poppy?
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#28. Do you not hear the constant victory,
in the human footrace
of time, slow as fire,
sure, and thick and Herculean
accumulating its volume and adding its sad fiber?
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#29. They lie those that say I lost the moon,
those that prophesized my fate of sand,
they assert so many things with cold tongues:
they wish to ban the flower of the universe.
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#30. I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you this way because I know no other way to love,
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#31. With your name on my mouth
and a kiss that never
broke away from yours.
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#32. We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so the freshness lives on
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#33. From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
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#35. When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
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#36. You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
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#37. Of so much moon were your hips to me,
of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight,
of so much burning light like honey in the shade
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#38. Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
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#39. You, in bloom, heart, beloved,
you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyes
and I look at you lying on the earth
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#40. The road made wet by the water of August
shines like it was cut in full moonlight
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#41. And the heart sounds like a sour conch,
calls, oh sea, oh lament, oh molten panic,
scattered in the unlucky and disheveled waves:
the sea reports sonorously
on its languid shadows, its green poppies.
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#42. I love you like the plant that does not bloom
and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,
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#43. I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.
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#44. Perhaps the earth can teach us
As when everything seems dead
And later proves to be alive
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#46. 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.
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#47. Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
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#48. Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
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#49. It was at that age
that poetry came in search of me.
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#50. Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.
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#51. I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.
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#52. For human beings, not to speak is to die"
-from "The Word
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#53. 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
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#55. Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to die in the apple?
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#56. To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.
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#57. And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
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#58. I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
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#59. While I'm writing, I'm far away;
and when I come back, I've gone.
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#61. How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.
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#62. And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed.
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#63. The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
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#64. Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
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#65. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.
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#66. Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth ...
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#67. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
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#68. Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
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#69. Your house sounds like a train at midday,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew ...
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#70. What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?
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#71. 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.
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#72. I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases ...
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#73. When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?
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#74. The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker ...
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#75. Sometimes a piece of the sun burned like a coin between my hands.
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#77. Cannot a kiss of spring also kill you?
Do you believe that ahead of you grief carries the flag of your destiny?
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#78. The Truth is in the prolouge.
Death to the romantic fool.,
the expert in solitary confinement.
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#79. You pervade everything, you, pervade everything.
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#80. Book
beautiful
book,
miniscule forest,
leaf
after leaf
your paper smells
of the elements ...
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#81. Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love ... But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone. Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of time the cold heart of the clocks ...
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#82. Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
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#83. I love the piece of earth you are,
because in all the planetary prairies
I do not have another star. You repeat
the multiplication of the universe.
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#84. Why search in vain
in every door in which we will not exist
because we have not arrived yet?
That is how I found out
that I was exactly like you
and like everybody.
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#86. If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life
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#88. Ours is a lank country
and on the naked edge of her knife
our frail flag burns.
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#89. In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
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#90. O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower.
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#91. I am everybody and every time,
I always call myself by your name.
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#92. I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.
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#93. How did the abandoned bicycle
win its freedom?
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#95. In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.
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#96. We the mortals touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
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#97. Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes vulgar and unacceptable. It is necessary first to pan though all other poetry in order to become a political poet.
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#98. The dove signifies the dove and the guitar signifies a musical instrument called the guitar.
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#100. 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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