5 from pablo neruda

Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.

There is no space wider than that of grief.

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.

We must dream our way.

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