Pablo Neruda Quotes

ميت هو ذاك الذي لا يقلب الطاولة ولا يسمح لنفسه ولو لمرة واحدة في حياته بالهرب من النصائح المنطقية

Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land

Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way

You are like nobody since I love you.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds.

With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?

Love is so short and forgetting is so long.

Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Laughter is the language of the soul.

Nobody can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or María,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.
I know only the skin of the earth
and I know it has no name.

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.

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

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness
And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.