Top 100 Quotes About Neruda
#1. Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin ...
John Geddes
#2. 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
#3. 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
#4. 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
#5. 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
#6. 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
#7. We must sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
--Pablo Neruda
Wendy Brown-Baez
#8. 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
#9. 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
#10. Warhol was definitely an inspiration when I was younger. I wouldn't quantify his sort of influence. I've been influenced by nature and science, and I've been influenced by people like Ernst and Rauschenberg, Cornell and Bosch and Bruegel, by writers like Haruki Murakami to Pablo Neruda to Artaud.
Dustin Yellin
#11. If everyone read the poetry of Pablo Neruda we'd be a more peaceful, reflective world. Poetry can save lives.
Laura Moe
#12. Die Slowly' by Pablo Neruda:
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.
Pablo Neruda
#13. I love you as one loves certain dark things - Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
Cassandra Clare
#14. I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.'" I blink at him. "Neruda. I starred the passage. God," he moans. "Why didn't you open it?
Stephanie Perkins
#15. 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
#16. This is why it is good to remember: if you want to get high, don't drink whiskey; read Shakespeare, Tennyson, Keats, Neruda, Hopkins, Millay, Whitman, aloud and let your body sing.
Natalie Goldberg
#17. Dude had serious game." Grip laughs. "No one writes about love and sex and passion like Neruda.
Kennedy Ryan
#18. WANT TO DO WITH YOU WHAT SPRING DOES WITH THE CHERRY TREES." Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair *
Chance Carter
#19. If you look in the dictionary under 'white trash' there's a picture of my family."
from BREAKFAST WITH NERUDA, p 37
Michael Flynn
#20. In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones. - PABLO NERUDA
Mark Nepo
#21. 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
#22. Neruda had his first dream,
First meeting with the Moon and the Sun
In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,
Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
Dejan Stojanovic
#23. 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
#24. He who has nothing - it has been said many times - has nothing to lose but his chains.
Pablo Neruda
#25. Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.
Pablo Neruda
#27. 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
#28. 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
#29. 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
#30. 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
#31. 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
#32. Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.
Pablo Neruda
#33. Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.
Pablo Neruda
#34. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
Pablo Neruda
#35. Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Pablo Neruda
#36. 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
#37. As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Pablo Neruda
#38. 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
#39. 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
#40. I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees
Pablo Neruda
#41. 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
#42. Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one.
Pablo Neruda
#44. Sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.
Pablo Neruda
#45. The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.
Pablo Neruda
#46. Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.
Pablo Neruda
#50. Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,
you have vines and stars in your hair,
Pablo Neruda
#51. No one has the right to enter literature without fresh new ideas. We've got too many dexterous drudges as it is.
Jan Neruda
#52. I could not walk
except with you,
... I could not sing
except when you sing.
Pablo Neruda
#53. With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?
Pablo Neruda
#55. 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
#57. 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
#58. Every day, hands are creating the world"
-from "In Praise of Ironing
Pablo Neruda
#59. 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
#60. 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
#61. Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
Pablo Neruda
#62. There is no space wider than that of grief ...
Pablo Neruda
#63. 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
#64. 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
#65. 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
#66. My eyes were consumed by your loveliness, but you have become my eyes.
Pablo Neruda
#67. 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
#68. My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping
but
I shall go on living.
Pablo Neruda
#69. You are the trembling of time, that passes
between vertical light and darkened sky,
Pablo Neruda
#70. The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
Pablo Neruda
#71. From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands
and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.
Pablo Neruda
#72. Men are jealous of every woman, even when they don't have the slightest interest in her themselves.
Jan Neruda
#73. I hold a dramatic and romantic concept of life; What doesn't touch my senses means nothing to me
Pablo Neruda
#74. Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.
Pablo Neruda
#75. We all arrive by different streets, by unequal languages, at Silence.
Pablo Neruda
#76. 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
#77. 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
#80. In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?
Pablo Neruda
#81. 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
#82. 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
#83. I f nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.
Pablo Neruda
#85. 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
#86. Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?
Pablo Neruda
#87. 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
#88. We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses.
Pablo Neruda
#89. Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
Pablo Neruda
#90. I stood on the balcony dark with mourning ... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.
Pablo Neruda
#91. 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
#92. I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.
Pablo Neruda
#93. I know that no reader ever asks a question. A writer must force his favors upon his readers.
Jan Neruda
#94. Por que en las epocas oscuras
se escribe con tinta invisible?
Why in the darkest ages
do they write with invisible ink?
Pablo Neruda
#95. With kisses your mouth taught me
my lips came to know fire.
Pablo Neruda
#96. In my poems I could not shut the door to the street.
Pablo Neruda
#97. Bring your substance deep down to me, heavily, covering my eyes, let your existence cut across me, supposing that my heart is destroyed.
Pablo Neruda
#98. My beauty, flower by flower, star by star,
wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.
Pablo Neruda
#99. Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly
Pablo Neruda
#100. I searched, but no one else had your rhythms, your light, the shady day you brought from the forest;
Nobody had your tiny ears.
Pablo Neruda
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