My favorite mode of communication is in the world beyond: a dream, to see in a dream. My second favorite is correspondence. — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk. — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“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. I read the fat Pushkin in the cabinet with my nose in the book and on the shelf, almost in darkness and almost right up against it and even a little bit suffocated by his weight… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book? — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
An amazing observation: it is precisely for feelings that one needs time, not for thought. ... Feelings, obviously, are more demanding than thought. — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“A shoe's material - leather - is calculable and finite. work of art's material (not sound, not word, not stone, not canvas, but spirit) is incalculable and infinite. There are no shoes once for always. Every last line of Sappho is once for always. This is why (calculability of material) boots held by the bootmaker are in better hands than… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
“Your name is a -- bird in my hand a piece of -- ice on the tongue one single movement of the lips. Your name is: five signs, a ball caught in flight, a silver bell in the mouth a stone, cast in a quiet pool makes the splash of your name, and the sound is in the clatter of… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share
Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love. — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
