Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world?
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.
Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.
And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?
Am I allowed to ask my book / whether it's true I wrote it?
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
What does autumn go on paying for with so much yellow money?
What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
Cómo se acuerda con los pájaros la traducción de sus idiomas?
What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?
I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees
Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.
I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.
While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.
I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry.
The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.
La heradera del dia destruida. (The heiress of the destroyed day.)
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.
Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.
The darkness of a day elapsed, of a day nourished with our sad blood.
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.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker.
I have never thought of my life as divided between poetry and politics.
What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.
Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.
Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.
Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.