Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.
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 TsvetaevaAnd soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.
Marina TsvetaevaHowever much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.
Marina Tsvetaeva