Pablo Neruda Quotes About Waiting

Quotes about: Waiting

• You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

  Pablo Neruda

  Autumn, Moon, Fire

  Pablo Neruda (2009). “The Captain's Verses/Los Versos Del Capitan”, p.77, New Directions Publishing

• so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

  Pablo Neruda

  Love, Lonely, Waiting

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

• Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

  Pablo Neruda

  Lakes, Waiting, Tears

  Pablo Neruda (2001). “Libro de Las Preguntas”, p.8, Copper Canyon 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”

• Sufre mas el que espera siempre que aquel que nunca espero a nadie? Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?

  Pablo Neruda

  Waiting, Suffering, Doe

• 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

• I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

  Pablo Neruda

  Book, Winter, Hands

  Pablo Neruda (1986). “Winter garden”, Copper Canyon Pr

• And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed.

  Pablo Neruda

  Dog, Believe, Afterlife

  Pablo Neruda (2015). “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda”, p.880, Macmillan

• This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand: we will rise and suffer, we will feel, we will rejoice. We are once more the pair who lived in bristling places, in harsh nests in the rock. This time is difficult. Wait for me with a basket, with a shovel, with your shoes and your clothes. Now we need each other, not only for the carnations' sake, not only to look for honey — we need our hands to wash with, to make fire.

  Pablo Neruda

  Eye, Fire, Small Hands

  "The Poetry of Pablo Neruda".

• You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop.

  Pablo Neruda

  Running, Waiting, Say Anything

  Pablo Neruda (1977). “Memoirs”

• Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

  Pablo Neruda

  Eye, Winter, Waiting

• I am not jealous of what came before me. Come with a man on your shoulders, come with a hundred men in your hair, come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet, come like a river full of drowned men which flows down to the wild sea, to the eternal surf, to Time! Bring them all to where I am waiting for you; we shall always be alone, we shall always be you and I alone on earth, to start our life!

  Pablo Neruda

  Jealous, Men, Hair

  Pablo Neruda (1994). “The captain's verses”

• 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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