Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Pablo Neruda Quotes

  • ''“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
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  • ''“Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“Laughter is the language of the soul.” ''
  • ''“You are like nobody since I love you.” ''
  • ''“To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.” ''
  • ''“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.” ''
    Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day
  • ''“In this part of the story I am the one who
    dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
    because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.” ''
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
  • ''“Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
    its only because in my dream Im a lost child
    hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....” ''
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
  • ''“my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping
    I shall go on living.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda
  • ''“And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.” ''
    ― Pablo Neruda

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Best Poem of Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,...

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Walking Around

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.

The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.

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