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.
Interpretation
The quote expresses deep emotional longing for a loved one, highlighting the connection between dreams and love.
In this quote, Pablo Neruda reflects on the profound emotional experience of love and longing. He conveys that when he wakes up in tears, it is a manifestation of the dreams he has where he feels like a lost child searching for the comfort and connection of a loved one. This imagery of innocence and vulnerability emphasizes the depth of his attachment and the pain of separation.
In practice
This quote can be used in a romantic card to express deep feelings for a partner.
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.β - Verb.
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.
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.
But love is really more of an interactive process. It's about what we do not just what we feel. It's a verb, not a noun.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Love, love, love β all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.
If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.
You cease to move into yourself, away from others. You give up your antagonism. You begin to move toward others in love. God moved toward you in gracious, outgoing love, and you move toward others in that same outgoing love.
People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.
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