What 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 TsvetaevaHowever much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.
Marina TsvetaevaAnd soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.
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 Tsvetaeva