97+ Best Pablo Neruda Quotes: Exclusive Selection

Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto, better known by his pen name and, later, legal name Pablo Neruda, was a Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet-diplomat and politician. Profoundly inspirational Pablo Neruda quotes will encourage growth in life, make you wiser and broaden your perspective.

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Famous Pablo Neruda Quotes

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

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. – Pablo Neruda

Give me, for my life, all lives, give me all the pain of everyone, I’m going to turn it into hope. Give me all the joys, even the most secret, because otherwise how will these things be known? I have to tell them, give me the labors of everyday, for that’s what I sing. – Pablo Neruda

So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache. – Pablo Neruda

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

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

If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience. – Pablo Neruda

I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in your hair, come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet, come like a river full of drowned men which flows down to the wild sea, to the eternal surf, to Time! Bring them all to where I am waiting for you; we shall always be alone, we shall always be you and I alone on earth, to start our life! – Pablo Neruda

Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish. – Pablo Neruda

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me. – Pablo Neruda

I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees – Pablo Neruda

Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly. Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan, So that our dream might reply to the sky’s questioning stars with one key, one door closed to shadow. – Pablo Neruda

Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude. – 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

Under your skin the moon is alive. – 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

Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords. – 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

There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny. – Pablo Neruda

Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net. – 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

We must dream our way. – Pablo Neruda

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

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

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

Every day you play with the light of the universe. – Pablo Neruda

I love you as one loves certain dark things. – 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

I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine. – 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

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us. – Pablo Neruda

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. – 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 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

Love! Love until the night collapses! – Pablo Neruda

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness. – Pablo Neruda

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming. – Pablo Neruda

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

In the distance someone is singing. – Pablo Neruda

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long. – Pablo Neruda

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

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly. – Pablo Neruda

I was the owner of my own darkness. – Pablo Neruda

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

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

Never an illness, nor the absence of grandeur, no, nothing is able to kill the best in us, that kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with: beautiful is the flower of man, his conduct, and every door opens on the beautiful truth and never hides treacherous whispers. I always gained something from making myself better, better than I am, better than I was, that most subtle citation: to recover some lost petal of the sadness I inherited: to search once more for the light that sings inside of me, the unwavering light. – Pablo Neruda

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

But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies. – Pablo Neruda

Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had a name: The world was made of air, which waited. I knew rooms full of ashes, Tunnels where the moon lived, Rough warehouses that growled ‘get lost’, Questions that insisted in the sand. Everything was empty, dead, mute, Fallen abandoned, and decayed: Inconceivably alien, it all Belonged to someone else to no one: Till your beauty and your poverty Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts. – 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

Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood? – Pablo Neruda

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us. – Pablo Neruda

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood. – Pablo Neruda

Look around—there’s only one thing of danger for you here—poetry. – Pablo Neruda

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives. – Pablo Neruda

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

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

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows. – 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

Who do I belong to? How come I mortgaged my being till I don’t belong to myself? How come I sold my blood? And who now owns my indecisions, my hands, my private pain, my pride? – Pablo Neruda

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark. – Pablo Neruda

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it. – Pablo Neruda

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world. – Pablo Neruda

Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda

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

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty. – 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

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

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? – Pablo Neruda

The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net. They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river. Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor: life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones. – Pablo Neruda

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

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death Perhaps the world can teach us as when everything seems dead but later proves to be alive. – Pablo Neruda

It was my destiny to love and say goodbye. – Pablo Neruda

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

Someday, somewhere, anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. – Pablo Neruda

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty. – Pablo Neruda

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you. – Pablo Neruda

With your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours. – Pablo Neruda

Of everything I have seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing: of everything I’ve touched, it’s your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don’t know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature. – 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

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true. – Pablo Neruda

Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do? – Pablo Neruda

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

In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said. – 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

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table. – Pablo Neruda

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

What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky. – 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

Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth. – Pablo Neruda

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

He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains. – Pablo Neruda

The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness. – Pablo Neruda

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. – 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

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