Pablo Neruda

A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don’t slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.

Pablo Neruda

all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.

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

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way

Pablo Neruda

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda

Now, on the road to freedom, I was pausing for a moment near Temuco and could hear the voice of the water that had taught me to sing.

Pablo Neruda

Some day I’ll join him right there, but now he’s gone with his shaggy coat, his bad manners and his cold nose

Pablo Neruda

The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood.

Pablo Neruda

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died, and we don’t now and never did lie to each other.

Pablo Neruda

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

Pablo Neruda