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Pablo Neruda Quotes | Quotes said by Pablo Neruda

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #1

    I Like For You To Be Still

    I like for you to be still
    It is as though you are absent
    And you hear me from far away
    And my voice does not touch you
    It seems as though your eyes had flown away
    And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
    As all things are filled with my soul
    You emerge from the things
    Filled with my soul
    You are like my soul
    A butterfly of dream
    And you are like the word: Melancholy

    I like for you to be still
    And you seem far away
    It sounds as though you are lamenting
    A butterfly cooing like a dove
    And you hear me from far away
    And my voice does not reach you
    Let me come to be still in your silence
    And let me talk to you with your silence
    That is bright as a lamp
    Simple, as a ring
    You are like the night
    With its stillness and constellations
    Your silence is that of a star
    As remote and candid

    I like for you to be still
    It is as though you are absent
    Distant and full of sorrow
    So you would've died
    One word then, One smile is enough
    And I'm happy;
    Happy that it's not true

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #2

    Poetry

    And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
    in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
    it came from, from winter or a river.
    I don’t know how or when,
    no, they were not voices, they were not
    words, nor silence,
    but from a street I was summoned,
    from the branches of night,
    abruptly from the others,
    among violent fires
    or returning alone,
    there I was without a face
    and it touched me.

    I did not know what to say, my mouth
    had no way
    with names
    my eyes were blind,
    and something started in my soul,
    fever or forgotten wings,
    and I made my own way,
    deciphering
    that fire
    and I wrote the first faint line,
    faint, without substance, pure
    nonsense,
    pure wisdom
    of someone who knows nothing,
    and suddenly I saw
    the heavens
    unfastened
    and open,
    planets,
    palpitating planations,
    shadow perforated,
    riddled
    with arrows, fire and flowers,
    the winding night, the universe.

    And I, infinitesimal being,
    drunk with the great starry
    void,
    likeness, image of
    mystery,
    I felt myself a pure part
    of the abyss,
    I wheeled with the stars,
    my heart broke free on the open sky.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #3

    Tonight I Can Write

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

    Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

    The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
    I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

    Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
    I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

    She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
    How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

    Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
    To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

    To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
    And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

    What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
    The night is starry and she is not with me.

    This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
    My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

    My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
    My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

    The same night whitening the same trees.
    We, of that time, are no longer the same.

    I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
    My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

    Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
    Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

    I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
    Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

    Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
    my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

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

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #4

    A book,
    a book full
    of human touches,
    of shirts,
    a book
    without loneliness, with men
    and tools,
    a book
    is victory.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #5

    Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #6

    Amor, te espero.
    Adiós, amor, te espero.
    Amor, amor, te espero.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #7

    and everything burned in blue, everything a star

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #8

    And I, infinitesima­l being,
    drunk with the great starry
    void,
    likeness, image of
    mystery,
    I felt myself a pure part
    of the abyss,
    I wheeled with the stars,
    my heart broke loose on the wind.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #9

    And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,
    and link by link, and step by step;
    sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,
    thrust them into my breast, into my hands,
    like a torrent of sunbursts,
    an Amazon of buried jaguars,
    and leave me cry: hours, days and years,
    blind ages, stellar centuries.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #10

    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.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #11

    As if you were on fire from within.

    The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #12

    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 Quote #13

    beyond the earth and the shadow
    the brightness of our love will stay alive

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #14

    Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
    you look like a world, lying in surrender.
    My rough peasant's body digs in you
    and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

    I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
    and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
    To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
    like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

    But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
    Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
    Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
    Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

    Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
    My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
    Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
    and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #15

    By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
    together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #16

    Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
    dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
    what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
    What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
    Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
    through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
    Love is a war of lightning,
    and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
    Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
    your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
    and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
    slips through the narrow channels of blood
    to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
    to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #17

    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 Quote #18

    Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation
    and the round key of the rapid universe,
    come touch the fire of instantaneous blue,
    come before its petals are consumed.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #19

    Como se acuerda con los pajaros
    la traduccion de sus idiomas?

    How is the translation of their languages
    Arranged with the birds?

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #20

    Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas?

    How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #21

    Cuando estamos lejos de la patria nunca la recordamos en sus inviernos. La distancia borra las penas del invierno, las poblaciones desamparadas, los niños descalzos en el frío. El arte del recuerdo sólo nos trae campiñas verdes, flores amarillas y rojas, el cielo azulado del himno nacional.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #22

    Cumpliendo con mi oficio
    piedra con piedra, pluma a pluma,
    pasa el invierno y deja
    sitios abandonados,
    habitaciones muertas:
    yo trabajo y trabajo,
    debo substituir
    tantos olvidos,
    llenar de pan las tinieblas,
    fundar otra vez la esperanza.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #23

    De noche, amada, amarra tu corazón al mío
    y que ellos en el sueño derroten las tinieblas

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #24

    De pronto no puedo decirte
    lo que yo te debo decir,
    hombre,perdóname; sabrás
    que aunque no escuches mis palabras
    no me eché a llorar ni a dormir
    y que contigo estoy sin verte
    desde hace tiempo y hasta el fin.

    I can't just suddenly tell you
    what I should be telling you,
    friend, forgive me; you know
    that although you don't hear my words,
    I wasn't asleep or in tears,
    that I am with you without seeing you
    for a good long time and until the end.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #25

    Die slowly

    He who becomes the slave of habit,
    who follows the same routes every day,
    who never changes pace,
    who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
    who does not speak and does not experience,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who shuns passion,
    who prefers black on white,
    dotting ones it’s rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
    that turn a yawn into a smile,
    that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
    who is unhappy at work,
    who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
    to thus follow a dream,
    those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
    die slowly.

    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.

    He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
    who does not allow himself to be helped,
    who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
    dies slowly.

    He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who don't reply when they are asked something they do know,
    die slowly.

    Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
    reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

    Only a burning patience will lead
    to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #26

    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?

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #27

    Don't go far off, not even for a day,
    because I don't know how to say it - a day is long
    and I will be waiting for you, as in
    an empty station when the trains are
    parked off somewhere else, asleep.

    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.

    Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve
    on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
    into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for
    a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll
    have gone so far I'll wander mazily
    over all the earth, asking, will you
    come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #28

    Donde termina el arco iris,
    en tu alma o en el horizonte?

    Where does the rainbow end,
    in your soul or on the horizon?

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #29

    Each in the most hidden sack kept
    the lost jewels of memory,
    intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,
    the fragment of public or private happiness.
    A few, the wolves, collected thighs,
    other men loved the dawn scratching
    mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.
    For me happiness was to share singing,
    praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.
    I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:
    my life had no use on earth.

  • Pablo Neruda Quote #30

    Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

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