No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
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 TsvetaevaMeanings are translatable. Words are untranslatableโฆ More briefly โ a word is translatable, its sound is not.
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