There 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 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 TsvetaevaAnd soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.
Marina TsvetaevaWomen talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.
Marina Tsvetaeva