Pablo Neruda Quotes

(Pablo Neruda (1904-1973, né sous le nom de Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basualto), poète chilien, diplomate et chef du parti communiste ,lauréat du Prix Nobel de Littérature en 1971

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way."

"Quiero hacer contigo

Lo que primavera hace con los cerazos"

"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us."

"Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming."

"Quiero hacer contigo

Lo que primavera hace con los cerazos"

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

"The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty."

"I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain dark things,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul."

"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us."

"What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?"

"Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?"

"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."

"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."

"I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul."

"Now, on the road to freedom, I was pausing for a moment near Temuco and could hear the voice of the water that had taught me to sing."

"But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies."

"I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain dark things,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul."

"Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread."

"Will our life not be a tunnel between tow vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles?"

"Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?"

"I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated /that had been sleeping in your soul."

"A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices."