Pablo Neruda Quotes About Silence

Quotes about: Silence

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

  Pablo Neruda

  Summer, Butterfly, June

  Pablo Neruda (2007). “100 Love Sonnets”, p.83, Exile Editions, Ltd.

• 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

  Song, Believe, Destiny

  "Towards the Splendid City". Pablo Neruda's Nobel lecture, www.nobelprize.org. December 13, 1971.

• Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

  Pablo Neruda

  Struggle, Volcanoes, Iron

  Pablo Neruda, Roberto González Echevarria (2011). “Canto General”, p.42, Univ of California Press

• 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

  Moving, Sadness, Silence

• You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin to love you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that’s why I do not love you yet. I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held keys in my hand: to a future of joy- a wretched, muddled fate- My love has two lives, in order to love you. -Sonnet XLIV

  Pablo Neruda

  Love You, Fate, Fire

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

  Pablo Neruda

  Stars, Night, Silence

  Pablo Neruda, “I Like You Calm, As If You Were Absent”

• 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

  Pain, Struggle, Fall

  Pablo Neruda (1984). “Still Another Day”, Port Townsend : Copper Canyon 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

• 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

  Distance, Rain, Winter

  Pablo Neruda (2002). “Winter Garden”, p.35, Copper Canyon Press

• 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

  Blue, Water, Silence

• The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence...

  Pablo Neruda

  Music, Rain, Rivers

• 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

  Famous Love, Sea, Water

  Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.512, Macmillan

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