Author of quotes: Marina Tsvetaeva. Page 3

- What is music? The chirping of bird!
Joke! Child cope!
- What is music? Noise in the ears.
- Amusements weddings.

Only good there where we are not!
- Sardalov! -
Only well there, where you new:
Not deliberate, not donnan not caused by.
"Stuck", -
This mucus is called - life!
- Moving! -
Do not spare their homes!
Across the bridge!
Do not spare their nests!

The relationship by blood tough and durable, kinship by election - thin. Where subtly there and tear.

Whatever the footwear remains on their feet.

Men are honest: they say love only the one you love - until marriage!

Under such a glance could ripen peaches in your garden.

I have learned one thing with another I had a "p" letter, which I preferred the most I'm getting from all of the alphabet, the most courageous: frost, mountain, hero of Sparta, the beast - all that is in me is direct, strict, harsh.
You: rustling, whisper, silk, silence and especially cheri.
...
But this happens to me so rarely-so-ever. I'm afraid that I'm dreaming, now Wake up, and again a mountain, a hero...

- What do You think, God forgive me - that I kissed so many?
- Do You think God thought?
- I - is also not considered.

Her eyes were too hot to let the tears to shed, they were immediately dried them. And because these beautiful eyes, always ready to cry, was not wet, on the contrary: shining tears, they radiated heat, showed himself to be an image, radiation of heat, not humidity, because for all his desire, she failed to shed a single tear.

Actually any woman (who is not a public figure) to call for the eye for the name - familiarity, abuse of absence, reduction, appeal it to the man, to call for eye - her childhood name - a sign of intimacy and tenderness, not able to hurt mother's feelings - even of the Empress.

There is love there is life. There is no love...

Native, do You think that it is so simple: fascinated by - I was disappointed, imagined - saw, do You really believe in that hokum?

It's called sit in the clouds and rule the world.

... him entered happiness for the whole evening, the happiness of reliable and loyal, like a beloved book that does not even need light.