Pablo Neruda Quotes About Love
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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.
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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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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.
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You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.
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Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
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We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses.
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I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
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I love you as one loves certain dark things.
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You are like nobody since I love you.
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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 For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land
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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.
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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I say love, and the world populates itself with doves.
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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.
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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.
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Ah, love is a voyage with water and a star, in drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran; love is a war of lights in the lightning flashes, two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey.
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As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
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I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
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so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
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And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.
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I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
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Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
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Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way
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Love! Love until the night collapses!
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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.
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But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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