Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not. Marina Tsvetaeva More Quotes by Marina Tsvetaeva More Quotes From Marina Tsvetaeva 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 Tsvetaeva live-life change book Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight. Marina Tsvetaeva flight weight wings I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose. Marina Tsvetaeva moonbeams My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence. Marina Tsvetaeva communication dream world However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity. Marina Tsvetaeva eternity forests looks I refuse to be. In Marina Tsvetaeva nazism rebellion howl Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love. Marina Tsvetaeva mistress lovers men I am a shadow’s shade, a lunatic, perhaps, Marina Tsvetaeva moon dark two One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk. Marina Tsvetaeva suffering writing book An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought. Marina Tsvetaeva observation feelings needs What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden - the passion for the revealed. Marina Tsvetaeva passion knowing love No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book? Marina Tsvetaeva women rivers book Think about me lightly, Marina Tsvetaeva think-of-me forget thinking After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark. Marina Tsvetaeva eye dark night 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 Tsvetaeva black inspiration world And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it. Marina Tsvetaeva earth sleep In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews. Marina Tsvetaeva poet christian world What 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 passion night hands Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone? Marina Tsvetaeva reach-out reaching creatures My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection. Marina Tsvetaeva office taken thank-you
