582 Quotes by Pablo Neruda

The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

This means that we have barely disembarked into life, that we've only just now been born, let's not fill our mouths with so many uncertain names, with so many sad labels, with so many pompous letters, with so much yours and mine, with so much signing of papers. I intend to confuse things, to unite them, make them new-born intermingle them, undress them, until the light of the world has the unity of the ocean, a generous wholeness, a fragrance alive and crackling.

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre?

In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it's own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday