Top 120 Pablo Neruda Quotes (2025 Update)
Page 3 of 3

101. “Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.”

— Pablo Neruda

102. “But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.”

— Pablo Neruda

103. “Each morning, each turbid morning of your lives you will have it steaming and burning at your tables: so as not to see it, not to digest it so many times: you will push it aside a bit between the bread and the grapes, this bowl of silent blood that will be there each morning, each morning. A.”

— Pablo Neruda

104. “The dove signifies the dove and the guitar signifies a musical instrument called the guitar.”

— Pablo Neruda

105. “I was born anew, owner of my own darkness.”

— Pablo Neruda

106. “Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to die in the apple?”

— Pablo Neruda

107. “You should know that I don’t love you and that I love you.”

— Pablo Neruda

108. “With a kiss you’ll know all I’ve kept quiet.”

— Pablo Neruda

109. “It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all timetables.”

— Pablo Neruda

110. “El agua anda descalza por las calles mojadas.”

— Pablo Neruda

111. “I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses – that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.”

— Pablo Neruda

112. “I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.”

— Pablo Neruda

113. “I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you.”

— Pablo Neruda

114. “And I tell you that you should open yourselves to hearing an authentic poet, of the kind whose bodily senses were shaped in a world that is not our own and that few people are able to perceive. A poet closer to death than to philosophy, closer to pain than to intelligence, closer to blood than to ink.”

— Pablo Neruda

115. “From one hell to another, what difference? In the howling of your legions, in the holy milk of the mothers of Spain, in the milk and the bosoms trampled along the roads, there is one more village, one more silence, a broken door. Here.”

— Pablo Neruda

116. “Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!”

— Pablo Neruda

117. “My kisses fell, happy as embers.”

— Pablo Neruda

118. “Some poems survive it to become poems in another language,” he argued, “but others refuse to live in any language but their own, in which case the translator can manage no more than a reproduction, an effigy, of the original.”

— Pablo Neruda

119. “I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.”

— Pablo Neruda

120. “He was my friend in everyday life and now I have lost his affection, which was part of my daily bread. No one will be able to give me what he has taken with him, because his active brotherly spirit was one of my life’s treasured luxuries.”

— Pablo Neruda

121. “In my poems I could not shut the door to the street.”

— Pablo Neruda

122. “Put aside your mantles of mourning, join all your tears until you make them metal: for.”

— Pablo Neruda

123. “I like for you to be still, and you are still far away.”

— Pablo Neruda

124. “I am not me but the living matter fermenting and forming it’s own shape in the fruitfulness of everyday.”

— Pablo Neruda

125. “Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.”

— Pablo Neruda

126. “I adore my own lost being, my imperfect substance.”

— Pablo Neruda

127. “I love the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, I have no other star. You are my replica of the multiplying universe.”

— Pablo Neruda

128. “Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.”

— Pablo Neruda

129. “You fill everything, you fill everything.”

— Pablo Neruda