582 Quotes by Pablo Neruda

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

When I sleep every night, what am I called or not called? And when I wake, who am I if I was not I while I slept?

Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves.

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

The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

There is no insurmountable solitude.