Quotes About Emotion

Ti manderò un bacio con il vento e so che lo sentirai, ti volterai senza vedermi ma io sarò lì

Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

from all the graces of my homeland I chose only your savage heart.

My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold, my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on your forehead, love, I love you because you are clear and dark.

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte, para recomenzar el infinito y para no dejar de amarte nunca: por eso no te amo todavía.

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

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood? Que diran de mi poesia los que no tocaron mi sangre?

I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you this way because I know no other way to love

Dark is the world's night without you my love

I hold a dramatic and romantic concept of life; What doesn't touch my senses means nothing to me

Te amo sin saber como, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: asi te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera

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 cold to fire.

En un beso, sabrás todo lo que he callado.

deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.

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

With a kiss you'll know all I've kept quiet.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: 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, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close." ? Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.

Começarei por dizer, sobre os dias e anos de minha infância, que meu único personagem inesquecível foi a chuva.

las personas más razonables les costaría mucho ser poetas, quizás a los poetas les cuesta mucho ser razonables.

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

In you I waver, fall and rise up burning. You among all beings have the right to see me weak.

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