Pablo Neruda Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

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

  Pablo Neruda

  Lying, Heart, One Day

  Pablo Neruda, Donald D. Walsh (2004). “Residence on Earth”, p.259, New Directions Publishing

• By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

  Pablo Neruda

  Love, Cute, Sweet

• 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.

  Pablo Neruda

  Stars, Heart, Wind

  Pablo Neruda (1990). “Selected Poems”, p.459, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

  Pablo Neruda

  Love, Heart, Eye

  Pablo Neruda (1986). “100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor”, University of Texas Press

• 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 cold to fire. 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. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. 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 blood.

  Pablo Neruda

  Hate, Moving, Love You

  Pablo Neruda, “I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You”

• 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

  Rain, Fall, Heart

  Pablo Neruda, “The Dead Woman”

• 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

  Twilight, Heart, Hunting

  Pablo Neruda (1986). “100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor”, University of Texas Press

• 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

  Pablo Neruda

  Love, Heart, Thinking

  Pablo Neruda (2009). “The Captain's Verses: Love Poems”, p.77, New Directions Publishing

• Eating alone is a disappointment. But not eating matter more, is hollow and green, has thorns like a chain of fish hooks, trailing from the heart, clawing at your insides. Hunger feels like pincers, like the bite of crabs; it burns, burns, and has no fur. Let us sit down soon to eat with all those who haven't eaten; let us spread great tablecloths, put salt in lakes of the world, set up planetary bakeries, tables with strawberries in snow, and a plate like the moon itself from which we can all eat. For now I ask no more than the justice of eating.

  Pablo Neruda

  Disappointment, Heart, Moon

  Pablo Neruda, Mark Eisner (2004). “The essential Neruda: selected poems”, p.139, City Lights Books

• Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

  Pablo Neruda

  Loneliness, Heart, Dimensions

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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.

  Pablo Neruda

  Love, Crush, Running

  Pablo Neruda (1986). “100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor”, University of Texas Press

• 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

  Summer, Goodbye, Song

• 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

  Girlfriend, Sweet Love, Moving

  Pablo Neruda (1986). “100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor”, University of Texas Press

• Someone will ask later, sometimes searching for a name, his own or someone's else's why I neglected his sadness or his love... But I didn't have enough time or ink for everyone. Or maybe it was the strain of the city, of time the cold heart of the clocks.

  Pablo Neruda

  Time, Heart, Sadness

• Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made me keep my heart at a distance from such terror, nor did I waste on revenge or the pursuit of power the forces that came from my selfish griefs or my accumulated joys. It was something else-my helplessness.

  Pablo Neruda

  Revenge, Selfish, Distance

  Pablo Neruda (2015). “I Explain a Few Things: Selected Poems”, p.299, Macmillan

• And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

  Pablo Neruda

  Broken Heart, Rain, Bird

  Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.668, Macmillan

• I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. and: No one can stop the river of your hands, your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest. You are the trembling of time, which passes between the vertical light and the darkening sky. and: From the stormy archipelagoes I brought my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, the habitual slowness of natural things: they made up my wild heart.

  Pablo Neruda

  Crazy, Rain, Flower

• I love you as one loves certain dark things.

  Pablo Neruda

  Love, Heart, Dark

• 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

  Dream, Stars, Wall

  Pablo Neruda, “Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love,”

• Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart.

  Pablo Neruda

  Heart, Peaceful, Delicacy

  Pablo Neruda, “Ode To The Artichoke”

• I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.

  Pablo Neruda

  Heart, Grace, Breasts

  Pablo Neruda (1986). “100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor”, University of Texas Press

• I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.

  Pablo Neruda

  Heart, Talking, World

  Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.873, Macmillan

• 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

  Heart, Vocabulary, Light

  Pablo Neruda, Margaret Sayers Peden (2000). “Selected Odes of Pablo Neruda”, p.199, Univ of California Press

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