582 Quotes by Pablo Neruda

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.

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

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart -- a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.

So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb.

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

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

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