Quote

I don't know who it is who lives or dies, who rests or wakes, but it is your heart that distributes all the graces of the daybreak in my breast.

Pablo Neruda

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Pablo Neruda
Age: 69 †
Born: 1904
Born: July 12
Died: 1973
Died: September 23
Author
Autobiographer
Diplomat
Lyricist
Poet
Politician
Senator Of Chile
Nieh-lu-ta
Neftalí Reyes Basoalto
Pamplo Nerouda
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes
Bāblū Nīrūdā
Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
Nieluda
Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
Neftali Reyes Basualto
Neftali Reyes Basoalto
Neftali Ricardo Reyes
Neftalí Reyes Basualto
Pāplō Nerūda
Grace
Dies
Distributes
Lives
Daybreak
Heart
Graces
Wakes
Rests
Breast
Breasts

More quotes by Pablo Neruda

Image
The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight
Pablo Neruda
Image
It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
Pablo Neruda
Image
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.
Pablo Neruda
Image
I move in the university of the waves.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Hands make the world each day.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Love is the mystery of water and a star.
Pablo Neruda
Image
And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
Pablo Neruda
Image
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Pablo Neruda
Image
I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
Pablo Neruda
Image
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
Pablo Neruda
Image
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
Pablo Neruda
Image
If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living.
Pablo Neruda