Pablo Neruda Quotes

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

You will fall with me as a stone in the grave

So close that your hand upon my chest is mine,so close that your eyes close with my sleep.

I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallows,the pure and tiny waterof the small, fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen.

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.

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

Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly

Take bread away from me, if you wish,take air away, butdo not take from me your laughter.