Marina Tsvetaeva Quotes

I am a moonbeam free to go whenever I choose.

For the way of the comets is the poet's way.

The eclipses ofpoets are not foretold in the calender.

Somewhere in the night ahuman being is drowning.

I want to sleep with you, fall asleep and sleep. That magnificent folk word, how deep, how true, how unequivocal, how exactly what it says. Just – sleep. And nothing more. No, another thing: and know right into the deepest sleep that it is you. And more: how your heart sounds. And – kiss your heart.

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

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.

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?