582 Quotes by Pablo Neruda

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.

There's a country spread out in the sky, a credulous carpet of rainbows and crepuscular plants: I move toward it just a bit haggardly, trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade to dream in a bedlam of vegetables.

The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool., the expert in solitary confinement.

And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.

Hands make the world each day.

About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you

Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.