Author of quotes: Marina Tsvetaeva. Page 1

I can do without You, I'm not a girl and not a woman, I don't want no doll, no men. I can without any, but maybe I have not being able.

I - in life! - was not the first to leave. And in life - how long will I let God first will not go away. I just can't. I always look forward to another left, make another left because I was the first to go - easier to go through your own body.

I don't even know if You're in my life? In the vastness of my soul. But there, on the outskirts of the soul, in a kind of heaven and earth, body and soul, a dog and a wolf, in the pre-sleep, after-Grazie, where "I not I, and not my dog", there You will not only have, but only the one You have.

I mentally felt everything took. My imagination always runs forward. I open the still unopened flowers, I roughly relate to the very gentle and do it involuntarily, can not do! So I can't be happy?

For you see, only when you reach the limit (if soft, the other forces), know its inexhaustibility. The more we give, the more remains for us; as soon as we begin to lavish it arrives!

And when I one day break: - Volodya, you really despise me for what... he, like the sky falling: - I - you - despise? It is also possible to despise - the sky over your head! But to end this forever: there are things that a man - a woman - can't understand. Even I in you. Not because it's below or above our understanding, is not the case, but because some things can only be understood from within itself, being. I woman can not be. And so, what little just is the male in me can't understand the little only-the female in you. My thousandth - thousandth of your part that you understand every woman, any, anything you do not understand.

Be! Don't surrender me without a fight! Don't give me to night, streetlights, bridges, passers-by, all, all. I'll stick with. Because I don't want anyone else, I can not (not want, not can). Because I give what you gave me, I no give, and less I don't want to. Because you're the only one.

To whom the matter is that I with the wind under the bridge?

Aeternum vale! In the way
Leads me different hardness.
Between us the eternal wall
Inexorably rose - pride.

Today, having Yesterday has no Tomorrow.

The letter, unanswered, is the hand, which did not meet hands.

I have always been hot in my chest, but I didn't know that it's love.

The heroism of the soul to live, heroism, the body will die.

I'm not in love with myself, I'm in love with this work: hearing. If the other also made me listen to myself as I give (as was given to me, as I am given), I would just listen to the other.
On the other I have no choice but to guess.