I have two foes in the world, twins inextricably…

“At the skin, my blood calls out to your heart, my whole sky craves an island of tenderness. My rivers tilt towards you.”

— 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…

— Marina Tsvetaeva

One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.

— Marina Tsvetaeva

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…

— Marina Tsvetaeva

“The forbidden cabinet. The forbidden fruit. That fruit is—a volume, a huge blue-lilac volume with a gold inscription slantwise: Collected Works of A.S. Pushkin.…

— Marina Tsvetaeva

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

— Marina Tsvetaeva

I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.

— Marina Tsvetaeva

In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.

— Marina Tsvetaeva

An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought.

— Marina Tsvetaeva

“A shoe's material - leather - is calculable and finite. work of art's material (not sound, not word, not stone, not canvas, but spirit)…

— Marina Tsvetaeva

“Your name is a -- bird in my hand a piece of -- ice on the tongue one single movement of the lips. Your…

— Marina Tsvetaeva

Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.

— Marina Tsvetaeva

“Teasing and tempting and playing We loved like children, us both But somebody, hiding a smile, Set up the ungentle nets - And here…

— Marina Tsvetaeva

“Life is a railroad station; soon I will set out - for where? I will not say.”

— Marina Tsvetaeva

“(Everyday life is like a sack: with holes. And you carry it anyway.)”

— Marina Tsvetaeva