110+ Pablo Neruda Quotes On Death, Writing And Nature

Pablo Neruda was a Chilean poet-diplomat and politician. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971, and is widely considered one of the greatest and most influential poets of the 20th century. His works, which often explore themes of love, nature and politics, were written in a variety of styles, including surrealist poems, historical epics, overtly political manifestos, a prose autobiography, and passionate love poems. Following is our collection on famous quotes by Pablo Neruda on love, death, writing.

Top 10 Pablo Neruda Quotes

1. And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
2. Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
3. Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us
4. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
5. I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
6. Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
7. By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
8. My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.
9. And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.
10. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest.

Pablo Neruda Image Quotes

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us — Pablo Neruda

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. — Pablo Neruda

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset. — Pablo Neruda

You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring. — Pablo Neruda

Laughter is the language of the soul. — Pablo Neruda

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

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin. — Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda Short Quotes

• Laughter is the language of the soul.
• All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
• Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
• I need the sea because it teaches me
• Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
• Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
• The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
• Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
• He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.
• Under your skin the moon is alive.

Pablo Neruda Quotes About Love

You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring. — Pablo Neruda

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations. — Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul. — Pablo Neruda

I love all the things there are, and of all fires love is the only inexhaustible one; and that's why I go from life to life. — Pablo Neruda

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin. — Pablo Neruda

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. — Pablo Neruda

And it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from 'you are', that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, we will, come to be. — 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. — Pablo Neruda

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. — Pablo Neruda

You are like nobody since I love you. — Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda Quotes About Death

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 — Pablo Neruda

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

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout. — Pablo Neruda

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew. — Pablo Neruda

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life — Pablo Neruda

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow. — Pablo Neruda

Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens. — Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda Quotes About Writing

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. — Pablo Neruda

Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life. — Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. — Pablo Neruda

On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity. — Pablo Neruda

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing. — Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. — Pablo Neruda

While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone. — Pablo Neruda

If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living. — Pablo Neruda

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. — Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda Quotes About Loved

Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey. — Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. — Pablo Neruda

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases. — Pablo Neruda

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. — Pablo Neruda

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. — Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. — Pablo Neruda

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. — Pablo Neruda

I should like to sleep like a cat, with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams. — Pablo Neruda

You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness. — Pablo Neruda

Political poetry is more profoundly emotional than any other-at least as much as love poetry-and cannot be forced because then it becomes vulgar and unacceptable. It is necessary first to pan though all other poetry in order to become a political poet. — Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda Quotes About Born

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness. — Pablo Neruda

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name. — Pablo Neruda

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying...and every day on the balcony of the sea wings open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning. — Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda Famous Quotes And Sayings

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us — Pablo Neruda

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. — Pablo Neruda

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset. — Pablo Neruda

You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring. — Pablo Neruda

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. — Pablo Neruda

I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses. — Pablo Neruda

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

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin. — Pablo Neruda

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. — Pablo Neruda

We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers. — Pablo Neruda

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain. — Pablo Neruda

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

Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand. — Pablo Neruda

I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life. — 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. — Pablo Neruda

We have to discard the past / and, as one builds / floor by floor, window by window, / and the building rises, / so do we keep shedding - first, broken tiles, / then proud doors... and each new day / gleams / like an empty / plate. — Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. — Pablo Neruda

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine. — Pablo Neruda

You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments. — Pablo Neruda

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning. — Pablo Neruda

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter. — Pablo Neruda

I'm not me but living matter fermenting and forming its own shapes in the fruitfulness of every day. — Pablo Neruda

Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . . — Pablo Neruda

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky? — Pablo Neruda

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything. — Pablo Neruda

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment. — Pablo Neruda

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees. — Pablo Neruda

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

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities? — Pablo Neruda

Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone? — Pablo Neruda

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands. — Pablo Neruda

Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it. — Pablo Neruda

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain? — Pablo Neruda

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt. — Pablo Neruda

The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance. — Pablo Neruda

From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze — Pablo Neruda

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

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. — Pablo Neruda

Who hasn't sharpened the edge of his soul? When, just as our eyes are opened, we see hate, and just after learning to walk, we are tripped, and just for wanting to love, we are hated, and for no more than touching, we are hurt, which of us hasn't started to arm himself, to make himself sharp, somehow, like a knife, to pay back the hurt? — Pablo Neruda

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living. — Pablo Neruda

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness. — Pablo Neruda

Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself? — Pablo Neruda

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread. — Pablo Neruda

I love you as one loves certain dark things. — Pablo Neruda

I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire. — Pablo Neruda

Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood in the tunnel of sleeplessness. — Pablo Neruda

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love. — Pablo Neruda

And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed. — Pablo Neruda

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling. — Pablo Neruda

The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence... — Pablo Neruda

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy. — Pablo Neruda

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

It is not so much light that falls over the world extended by your body its suffocating snow, as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive. — Pablo Neruda

In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave. — Pablo Neruda

I had no more alphabet than the journeying of the swallows, the pure and tiny water of the small, fiery bird that dances rising from the pollen. — Pablo Neruda

Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you? — Pablo Neruda

For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating. — Pablo Neruda

O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower. — Pablo Neruda

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

Will our life not be a tunnel between two vague clarities? Or will it not be a clarity between two dark triangles? — Pablo Neruda

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things. — Pablo Neruda

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit. — Pablo Neruda

But when I call for a hero, out comes my lazy old self; so I never know who I am, nor how many I am or will be. I'd love to be able to touch a bell and summon the real me, because if I really need myself, I mustn't disappear. — Pablo Neruda

I say love, and the world populates itself with doves. — Pablo Neruda

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. — Pablo Neruda

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon? — Pablo Neruda

I walked around as you do, investigating the endless star, and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked, the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind. — Pablo Neruda

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me. — Pablo Neruda

Life Lessons by Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda taught us the importance of finding beauty in the world around us. He encouraged us to be passionate about our work and to never give up on our dreams. He also showed us that love can be found in the most unexpected places.