The typewriter separated me from a deeper intimacy with poetry, and my hand brought me closer to that intimacy again.
- Pablo Neruda
More Quotes By Pablo Neruda
- And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
- so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor...
- Look around—there’s only one thing of danger for you here—poetry.
- Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower,...
- You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its...
- This time is difficult. Wait for me. We will live it out vividly. Give me your small hand:...
- There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we...
- He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace...
- If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life
- Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world...
- In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
- Of everything I have seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing: of everything I’ve touched, it’s...
- To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
- Every day you play with the light of the universe.
- Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or...
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