Pablo Neruda

12 Jul 1904 // 23 Sep 1973


Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.
He who has nothing � it has been said many times � has nothing to lose but his chains.
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.


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."