Top 100 Neruda's Quotes: Famous Quotes & Sayings About Neruda's

#1. When I hit a block, regardless of what I am writing, what the subject matter is, or what's going on in the plot, I go back and I read Pablo Neruda's poetry. I don't actually speak Spanish, so I read it translation. But I always go back to Neruda. I don't know why, but it calms me, calms my brain.

Tea Obreht

#2. Pure your gentle name, pure your fragile life,
bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam,
combined with steel and wire and
pollen to make up your firm
and delicate being.
Pablo Neruda's epitaph for Tina Modotti

Pablo Neruda

#3. Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

Pablo Neruda

#4. As you come out of the sea, naked,
and return to the world full of salt and sun,
reverberating statue and sword of the sand.

Pablo Neruda

#5. We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

#6. You make me thank god for every mistake I ever made, Because each one led me down the path that brought me to you.

Pablo Neruda

#7. Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

Pablo Neruda

#8. 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.

Pablo Neruda

#9. Tonight I Can Write

Pablo Neruda

#10. I f nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.

Pablo Neruda

#11. You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
galloping water, incessant sand,
we make the only permanent tenderness.

Pablo Neruda

#12. Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands ...

Pablo Neruda

#13. In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

Pablo Neruda

#14. I touched you and my life stopped

Pablo Neruda

#15. Poetry is an act of peace.

Pablo Neruda

#16. 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.

Pablo Neruda

#17. 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.

Pablo Neruda

#18. We all arrive by different streets, by unequal languages, at Silence.

Pablo Neruda

#19. Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.

Pablo Neruda

#20. We must sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
--Pablo Neruda

Wendy Brown-Baez

#21. I hold a dramatic and romantic concept of life; What doesn't touch my senses means nothing to me

Pablo Neruda

#22. Men are jealous of every woman, even when they don't have the slightest interest in her themselves.

Jan Neruda

#23. From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands
and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

Pablo Neruda

#24. The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

Pablo Neruda

#25. You are the trembling of time, that passes
between vertical light and darkened sky,

Pablo Neruda

#26. My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping
but
I shall go on living.

Pablo Neruda

#27. Our love was born
outside the walls,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay and the flower,
the mud and the roots
know your name.

Pablo Neruda

#28. 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.

Pablo Neruda

#29. Dark is the world's night without you my love,

Pablo Neruda

#30. It's today: all of yesterday was falling
between fingers of light and sleepy eyes,

Pablo Neruda

#31. If you look in the dictionary under 'white trash' there's a picture of my family."
from BREAKFAST WITH NERUDA, p 37

Michael Flynn

#32. 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 ...

Pablo Neruda

#33. And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.

Pablo Neruda

#34. Am I allowed to ask my book / whether it's true I wrote it?

Pablo Neruda

#35. Look around - there's only one thing of danger for you here - poetry.

Pablo Neruda

#36. There's a country spread out in the sky, a credulous carpet of rainbows and crepuscular plants: I move toward it just a bit haggardly, trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade to dream in a bedlam of vegetables.

Pablo Neruda

#37. The calming sea reaches out to me. Inviting me to its pure serenity."-Elizabeth's Quotes (inspired by a Pablo Neruda quote "I need the sea because it teaches me.")

Elizabeth E. Castillo

#38. 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.

Pablo Neruda

#39. To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.

Pablo Neruda

#40. I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.

Pablo Neruda

#41. 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.

Pablo Neruda

#42. 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

#43. I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died
One word then, one smile is enough
And I'm happy; happy that it's not true

Pablo Neruda

#44. Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?

Pablo Neruda

#45. 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

Pablo Neruda

#46. And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

Pablo Neruda

#47. I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it's own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday

Pablo Neruda

#48. What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.

Pablo Neruda

#49. It's well known that he who returns never left

Pablo Neruda

#50. When I go to the shore, I take along the poems of Pablo Neruda. I suppose it's because the poems are simultaneously lush and ripe and kind of lazy, yet throbbing with life - like summer itself.

Tom Robbins

#51. Neruda poem that talked about 'the light of hidden flowers.' It's easy to believe in people when they have it all together on the outside. It's way cooler to believe in them when what they have is still a little buried.

Jennifer Handford

#52. Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

Pablo Neruda

#53. Sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

Pablo Neruda

#54. Love! Love until the night collapses!

Pablo Neruda

#55. Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.

Pablo Neruda

#56. Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.

Pablo Neruda

#57. I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees

Pablo Neruda

#58. I love you in order to begin loving you,
to start infinity again
and never to stop loving you:
that is why I do not love you yet.

Pablo Neruda

#59. 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?

Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda

#61. I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen.

Pablo Neruda

#62. Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.

Pablo Neruda

#63. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

Pablo Neruda

#64. Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.

Pablo Neruda

#65. The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.

Pablo Neruda

#66. 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.

Pablo Neruda

#67. One Christmas I had no money, and so I went home and just, like, wrote a poem; I mean, I didn't write them, but I just handed out poems as Christmas presents. Like, 'Here's a Pablo Neruda poem that really made me think of you.'

June Diane Raphael

#68. In this part of the story I am the one who
dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

Pablo Neruda

#69. Death stretches out like a clothesline, and then suddenly blows:
blows a dark sound that swells the sheets
and beds are sailing into a harbor
where death is waiting, dressed as an admiral

Pablo Neruda

#70. Oh, may your silhouette not be broken in the sand,
oh may your eyelids not fly in the absence:
do not go for one minute, beloved,
because in that minute you will have gone so far
that I will cross all the earth asking
if you will return or if you will leave me dying.

Pablo Neruda

#71. But when I call for a hero, out comes my lazy old self; so I never know who I am, nor how many I am or will be. I'd love to be able to touch a bell and summon the real me, because if I really need myself, I mustn't disappear.

Pablo Neruda

#72. Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river ... that's romance.

Brandi L. Bates

#73. I remembered you with my soul clenched

Pablo Neruda

#74. Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin ...

John Geddes

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

Pablo Neruda

#76. He who has nothing - it has been said many times - has nothing to lose but his chains.

Pablo Neruda

#77. I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.
In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

Pablo Neruda

#78. The two men were greedily hunched over the table, like two wolves disputing a carcass, but their muttered speech in the echoing hall resembled more the grunting of pigs. One was less than a wolf: he was a public prosecutor. The other was more than a pig, he was a chief commissioner of police.

Jan Neruda

#79. I will die kissing your mad cold mouth,
embracing the lost bouquet of your body,
and searching for the light of your closed eyes

Pablo Neruda

#80. My love has two lifetimes to love you. That's how I can love you when I don't, and still love you when I do.

Pablo Neruda

#81. There is no space wider than that of grief ...

Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda

#83. There is a kind of certainty that seems to characterize Jared Smith's best work, an understanding about place and the flow of spirit that makes you think of Thoreau along with a commitment as fierce as that of Pablo Neruda.

Joseph Bruchac

#84. What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre?

Pablo Neruda

#85. I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

Pablo Neruda

#86. Every day, hands are creating the world"
-from "In Praise of Ironing

Pablo Neruda

#87. One of my favorite poets, Neruda, writes close to the bone. Though I know only a little Spanish, I like to compare the Spanish and English lines and see how the translator worked.

Anita Diament

#88. When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.
[As attributed by Alastair Reid in Neruda and Borges, The New Yorker, June 24, 1996; as well as in The Talk of the Town, The New Yorker, July 7, 1986]

Jorge Luis Borges

#89. My eyes were consumed by your loveliness, but you have become my eyes.

Pablo Neruda

#90. The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.

Pablo Neruda

#91. 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?

Pablo Neruda