Quotes About Emotion

Se d'improvviso mi dimentichi, non cercarmi, chè già ti avrò dimenticata.

Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

In you the rivers sing and my soul flees in them as you desire, and you send it where you will. Aim my road on your bow of hope and in a frenzy I will free my flock of arrows.

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

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. — Pablo Neruda, from "XIV [Every day you play with the light of the universe.]," Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despai r, in The Poetry of Pablo Neruda , ed. Ilan Stavans (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2003)

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without complexities 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.

while inside, a ferocious love wound around and around me-till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword, slashing a seared road through my heart 100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda, translated by Stephen Tapscott

De tanto amor mi vida se tiñó de violeta y fui de rumbo en rumbo como las aves ciegas hasta llegar a tu ventana, amiga mía: tú sentiste un rumor de corazón quebrado y allí de las tinieblas me levanté a tu pecho, sin ser y sin saber fui a la torre de trigo, surgí para vivir entre tus manos, me levanté del mar a tu alegría.

Porque o amor, enquanto a vida nos acossa, é simplesmente uma onda alta sobre as ondas.

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine.

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

Por que se me vendra todo el ame de golpe cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?

Veo en tu vida todo lo viviente.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way

T'amo senza sapere come, né quando, né da dove, t'amo direttamente senza problemi né orgoglio: così ti amo perché non so amare altrimenti

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido

El amor supo entonces que se llamaba amor. Y cuando levanté mis ojos a tu nombre tu corazón de pronto dispuso mi camino.

Seviyorum susman?, yokluk gibisin çünkü, sesim sana varmadan iÅŸitiyorsun beni.

Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence! Oh the pink roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

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.

la locura, cierta locura, anda muchas veces del brazo con la poesía. Así como a las personas más razonables les costaría mucho ser poetas, quizás a los poetas les cuesta mucho ser razonables.

Cuando vas por las calles nadie te reconoce. Nadie ve la corona de cristal, nadie mira la alfombra de oro rojo que pisas donde pasas, la alfombra que no existe. Y cuando asomas suenan todos los ríos en mi cuerpo, sacuden el cielo las campanas, y un himno llena el mundo. Solo tú y yo, solo tú y yo, amor mío, lo escuchamos.

Love us so short; forgetting is so long

You change between teeth and desire into nothing but cool light that loosens into a stream that touched us singing. And thus you don't weigh us down in the burning siesta hour, you don't weigh us down, you just go by and your great heart like a cold ember changed into the water of a single drop. — Pablo Neruda, from "Ode to a Watermelon," Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon: Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda (HarperFlamingo, 1997)