Pablo Neruda

12 Jul 1904 // 23 Sep 1973


I Love You Without Knowing How (1)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,/ or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off./ I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,/ in secret, between the shadow and the soul....

Before I Loved You (2)

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own,/ I wavered through the streets, among objects,/ Nothing mattered or had a name,/ The world was made of air, which waited./ / I knew rooms full of ashes,/...



On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."