Pablo Neruda Long Quotations

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

De pronto no puedo decirte lo que yo te debo decir, hombre,perdóname; sabrás que aunque no escuches mis palabras no me eché a llorar ni a dormir y que contigo estoy sin verte desde hace tiempo y hasta el fin. I can't just suddenly tell you what I should be telling you, friend, forgive me; you know that although you don't hear my words, I wasn't asleep or in tears, that I am with you without seeing you for a good long time and until the end.

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.