Quotes by "Pablo Neruda"

De pronto no puedo decirte lo que yo te debo decir, hombre,perdóname; sabrás que aunque no escuches mis palabras no me eché a llorar ni a dormir y que contigo estoy sin verte desde hace tiempo y hasta el fin. I can't just suddenly tell you what I should be telling you, friend, forgive me; you know that although you don't hear my words, I wasn't asleep or in tears, that I am with you without seeing you for a good long time and until the end.

Las lágrimas que no se lloran esperan en pequeños lagos? O serán ríos invisibles que corren hacia la tristeza?

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te amo todavía.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he’d keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?

Y por que el sol es tan mal amigo del caminante en el desierto? Y por que el sol es tan simpatico en el jardin del hospital? And why is the sun such a bad companion to the traveler in the desert? And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden?

Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.

কাউকে করো না দায়ী কারোর বিরুদ্ধ তুমি কোরো না নালিশ কখনোই, কোন কিছুকেই দায়ী কোরো না কখনো; কারণ জীবনে তুমি যা চেয়েছ তা-ই তুমি করেছ মূলত। মেনে নাও নির্মানের অন্তরায় আর নিজেকে শোধরানোর শুরুর সাহস। ভুলের ভস্ম থেকে উঠে আসে প্রকৃত মানুষের সফলতা। কখনো কোরো না দায়ী নিয়তি ও একাকিত্বকে মোকাবেলা করো সব সাহসের সঙ্গে। যেকোনভাবেই হোক-এ তোমারই কাজের ফসল, তুলে ধরো নিয়ত জয়ের লক্ষণ। নিজের ব্যার্থতায় তিক্ত হোয়ো না আর অন্যের কাঁধে তাকে দিয়ো না চাপিয়ে, এই বেলা মেনে নাও কিংবা শিশুর মতো

LXXIX When I die, I want your hands on my eyes. I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once moreL I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together, to continue to walk on the sand we walk on. I want what I love to continue to live, and you whom I love and sang above everything else. to continue to flourish, full-flowered. So that you can reach everything my love directs you to. So that my shadow can travel along in your hair, so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

And that's how it was, that night, shadow and space, earth and time, something that runs and falls and passes. And that's how all the nights go over the earth, leaving only a vague black odor. A leaf falls, a drop on the earth muffles its sound, the forest sleeps, the waters, the meadows, the bells, the eyes. I hear you and you breathe, my love, we sleep.

You make me thank god for every mistake I ever made, Because each one led me down the path that brought me to you.

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

I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.