Famous Pablo Neruda Quotes

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


I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.


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


Love is so short, forgetting is so long.


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


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


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


You can crush the flowers, but you can’t stop the spring.


Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?


Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris, celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of solitude in the sand.


But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.


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.


Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.


Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly. Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan, So that our dream might reply to the sky’s questioning stars with one key, one door closed to shadow.


In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.


It’s hard to tell / if we close our eyes or if night / opens in us other starred eyes, / if it burrows into the wall of our dream / till some other door opens. / But the dream is only the flitting costume of one moment, / is spent in one beat / of the darkness, / and falls at our feet, cast off / as the day stirs and sails away with us.


At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.


Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?


It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.


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


Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly. Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan, So that our dream might reply to the sky’s questioning stars with one key, one door closed to shadow.


I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.


I was the owner of my own darkness.