Pablo Neruda Quotes

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.

People die, Rachel," Ceri said, her cheeks flushing. "Not if I can help it," I snapped. "And not of a broken heart. If you could, I'd be dead already.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.

It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

You can lose a man like that by your own death, but not by his.

Lucky is the spouse who dies first, who never has to know what survivors endure.

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.

We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

You are never truly together with one you love until the person in question is dead and actually inside you.

I'm crying because out there he's gone, but he's not gone inside me.

No one teaches you how to do this. How do you let go of someone who you love so much?

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

I miss my mother very, very much.

Death belongs to the dying and those who love them.

I think that one of the reasons why people look towards the end of humanity is that people are afraid to die alone. If you die alone, the people you love will miss you, or if they die, you miss them - the sorrow is inevitable. When you truly love someone, the thought of losing them forever is horrible.

Of my friends I am the only one left.