I love all things, not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling but because, I don't know, because this ocean is yours, and mine: these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures, fans upon whose feathers love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors -- all bear the trace of someone's fingers on their handle or surface, the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep appreciation for all things, connecting love to the memories and presence of others.
Pablo Neruda's quote reflects the profound love he feels for the world around him, not solely for its beauty but for the inherent connections to people and memories. He emphasizes that every object possesses a history and a personal touch that evokes emotion and nostalgia, reinforcing the idea that love permeates every aspect of existence, transcending mere appearances.
In practice
In a romantic letter, one might quote this to express their love for the shared experiences and memories.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.
Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
Because they have been in love they have survived everything that life could throw at them, even their own failures.
Love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skillfully curled) all worlds
It's your unlimited power to care and to love that can make the biggest difference in the quality of your life.
At night, in the garden, it occurs to you that it might have been your heart that left you as you reached the capital. Your heart might not have travelled well, closed up in its cavity, quivering and gnawing at the bars of your ribcage during the commute. It might be tracking north now, along edgelands, past spoil-heaps and stands of pylons, under motorway passes, back to the higher ground. Back to him.
Alas! never had I loved him so well!
the instant he knew he loved her, she slipped down his body and out of his arms
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