More Quotes by Pablo Neruda
In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.
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.
Laughter is the language of the soul.
He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
