I like old people, just as I like old trees: in their shadow there is freshness and peace, one admires them, and… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
The American spring is like the country itself: abundant, rich, flowing over you like a full tide. ... Azaleas were suddenly ablaze. White dogwoods stood like brides in the wood - these trees of all colors were new to me; one does not meet them in Europe, and dogwood cannot even be transplanted to other continents. White and pink magnolias,… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share
Trees and flowers were often more meaningful to me than people. They always helped me, consoled me, giving the soul a chance to believe once more than the world was beautiful and sensible, that the mad absurdities and cruelties of men were against the laws of Nature and the Universal Mind; that sooner or later violence would suffer utter defeat… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share
Go to meet destiny halfway and destiny will come to your assistance. — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
The melody of a religious feeling is the music of life itself. To those who do not hear it I could not explain what… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
I like old people, just as I like old trees: in their shadow there is freshness and peace, one admires them, and around them… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
On, those ever-changing moods of Moscow! How swiftly they go from black to white, from one extreme to another, from friendship to accusations, from… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
For twenty-seven years I was witness to the spiritual deterioration of my own father, watching day after day how everything human in him left… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
The one good thing about not seeing you is that I can write you letters. — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
As a result of half a century of Soviet rule people have been weaned from a belief in human kindness. — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at everyone in the room. It was a terrible gaze, mad or maybe furious and full of fear of death... Then something incomprehensible and frightening happened. ... He suddenly lifted his left hand as though he were pointing to something above and bringing down a curse on us all. ... The next moment,… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share
Moscow, breathing fire like a human volcano with its smouldering lava of passion, ambition and politics, its hurly-burly of meetings and entertainment… Moscow seethes… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
