I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire.

Hay algo más tonto en la vida Que llamarse Pablo Neruda? (is there anything more insane in this life than being called Pablo Neruda?)

sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.

Latin America is very fond of the word "hope." We like to be called the "continent of hope." Candidates for deputy, senator, president, call themselves "candidates of hope." This hope is really something like a promise of heaven, an IOU whose payment is always being put off. It is put off until the next legislative campaign, until next year, until the next century.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I spin on the circle of wave upon wave of the sea.