582 Quotes by Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

As slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and giving life: once again the heart distills them.

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

We must dream our way.

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.

We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.

...the best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker....

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence...