You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep connection between the speaker and a loved one, illustrating how nature reminds them of that person.
In this beautiful quote by Pablo Neruda, the speaker reflects on how every element of the natural world evokes memories and feelings of love for someone special. The imagery of the 'crystal moon', 'red branch', and 'impalpable ash' symbolizes how the beauty of the environment continuously transports the speaker's thoughts and emotions toward this beloved figure, suggesting that love transcends physical distance and is interwoven with the very essence of existence.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a romantic dinner to express the depth of feelings.
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.
Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her.
I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.
Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.
We are so evil and sinful and flawed that Jesus had to die for us... But we are so lobed and valued that he was willing to due for us.
...a fixation is very stubborn: it burrows into the brain and breaks the heart. There are many fixations, but love is the worst.
My wife, my Mary, goes to her sleep the way you would close the door of a closet. So many times I have watched her with envy. Her lovely body squirms a moment as though she fitted herself into a cocoon. She sighs once and at the end of it her eyes close and her lips, untroubled, fall into that wise and remote smile of the Ancient Greek gods. She smiles all night in her sleep, her breath purrs in her throat, not a snore, a kitten's purr... She loves to sleep and sleep welcomes her.
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