However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.
Marina TsvetaevaWho sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.โจ In the cradle a child is screaming.โจ An old man sits over his death, and anyoneโจ young enough talks to his love, breathes โจinto her lips, looks into her eyes.
Marina TsvetaevaMy desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.
Marina TsvetaevaWhat shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?
Marina TsvetaevaThere are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Marina TsvetaevaWhat is this gypsy passion for separation, this readiness to rush off when we've just met? My head rests in my hands as I realize, looking into the night that no one turning over our letters has yet understood how completely and how deeply faithless we are, which is to say: how true we are to ourselves.
Marina Tsvetaeva